No body knows what it’s like at my end;
They see only what they want, to pretend
That all is peachy; and everything is fine.
They just don’t get this depression of mine.
They term me a waste of space –
Unable to fit in or find my place.
Behind my vacant eyes I hide my dreams
Just as the darkness of night covers my screams.
My thoughts flitter-flutter with nowhere to go.
I can’t understand my unease; why am I feeling so
Lost and lonely when surrounded by all?
Who will get me? Whom can I call?
I have spent years with nothing to show.
A bland life at best, the lowest of low.
I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up to find
That this is reality. It’s not just in my mind.