I don't think I should explain

A poem about depression that I've been holding onto for a while. I've been afraid to let anyone hear or see the words on script or paper, I was afraid someone would say my feelings aren't valid.

It isn’t my curse, no everyone has it

I don’t want to talk because it’s a habit

I don’t want to talk so I be quiet

I’ll be quiet and still and I’ll just sit

Everyone has it, it’s not just a lie

Even I have it, I won’t deny

Sometimes because of it I want to cry

And sometimes away from it I want to fly

It makes me sad and mad and glum

If I talked about it I’d seem dumb

Because of it I always feel like a bum

Not everything raspberries, peaches and plums

Don’t act like it’s not there it’s in everyone

You don’t want to speak but it’s on your tongue

And whenever it spills out you hold your thumb

Because it make us feel stupid and makes us feel dumb

No one escapes the thing we all suffer

And if we deny it we all start to stutter

Our wings can never learn to truly flutter

We all hide behind the words we utter