Depression

Depression

doesn't make an appointment

to come and see you.

It's never

a planned thing.

It doesn't tell you

when it's coming,

how long it will stay,

or how much havoc

it's going to wreak

while here.

Depression

is a silent stalker.

You know it's there,

waiting to strike,

but you can't quite

determine where or

how harshly.

Depression

isn't obvious.

You can't always see

it past the smiles,

the laughter,

the late night talks.

Sometimes it just

doesn't make any

sense at all.

Depression

does not discriminate

against race, gender, age,

or sexual orientation.

It is no respecter of persons,

job titles, level of education,

hobbies or interests.

Depression

will tell you

you're not good enough,

that you're too broken.

You'll never be

someone's first choice

if you're ever a choice

at all.

It will tell you

nobody will truly

love you unconditionally.

Depression

is a liar.