Depression is the song of my mind

That sounds just like a cry--

Quietly the song begins

And quieter the lie.

One can hear my little tune

Start its introduction--

But fast it fades and long it lasts

With no interruption.

My song is like a broken wing

Still trying to be flapped;

My song is like a show's end

Knowing everyone will clap.

They'll hear the song and think at once:

"How great the melody!"

But little did the audience know

Depression sings for me.