A Poem on Depression

Cherry wasn't really my favourite fruit,

But I was eating it anyways.

I do a lot of things,

And most of them are just anyways.

I have had panic attacks & many summer breaks,

But I just put on a happy face, anyways

Everything was almost the color red,

But I did let the wall of depression take over anyways.

From number 5 days

To presently almost 365 days, anyways.

From falling on the ground with happiness to walking dead,

Because now I let my sadness just wondered around, anyways.

I have felt like damaged goods,

But they do sell up with less prices somehow, anyways.

The wind & the butterfly,

Keeps jittering here n there, anyways

So now I decided to accepted me,

For all my good things & flaws anyways.

Now I believe in me,

Even when my gut shivers, anyways

~Clinical Psychologist~