But She Is Not Me

But She Is Not Me

A Poem by Alexandria Miller

My depression,
She is both sensitive and aggressive.
When I try to escape,
She drags me back down
Back down the dark hole
I've never liked to go.
And in that moment,
Moment of panic and uncertainty,
Of vulnerability and fear,
My entire existence feels like torture.
My depression,
She is parasitic and envious
Of my sunny days.
She is trapped inside of this dark hole
And I am her favorite company.
My depression is often hated by others,
But my depression,
She is not me.

© 2016 Alexandria Miller


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A very insightful write. "parasitic and envious" - great line. "She is not me". Don't let it define you. Great write.

Posted 7 Years Ago


depression really sucks, & sometimes, it even takes us all so far from our own. kinda very deep imagery you plotted around. looking forward to reading some of your work!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Alexandria Miller
Alexandria Miller

Milwaukee, WI



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