Depression. Happiness. Anger.

I've been thinking hard recently.

What is depression?

Is it the dread of seeing them

or is it the problems that never end?

I've been saying recently,

"What's being happy?"

Is it smiling constantly

or is it being content before you sleep?

I've been writing about it recently.

What is anger?

Is it loving hitting her

or is it your reaction to finding who they really were?

Maybe I've got it all wrong, though.

I've felt depression, happiness, and anger,

but did I think about it? Never.

Maybe it's naivety. Maybe it's ignorance.