Depression

All it took was the touch of a kind stranger

And I was—it shatters

The tears almost poured out from the overwhelming feeling of despair

That one moment can crush your entire core

Of trying to hold yourself together after months of crumbling

I didn’t want her to see me vulnerable

But I did want to hug her until my last tear was shed

But that wasn’t her job

She shouldn’t have to deal with a bipolar teenager

Her kind eyes showed worry

And her voice emitted concern

But as much as I wanted a caring embrace from a mother figure

She wasn’t my birther and I would never be her child

I’d leave a stain of depression I never have on anyone else

I longed for the same care I gave others

Though that, itself, was a fantasy

And I’d always feel like I was the perpetrator

Then receive a sliver of empathy

From those who dearly meant the world to me