MY DEPRESSION LOOKS LIKE

Can you see the little girl inside of me?
She has two long pigtails that run
past her shoulders, and lips
and eyes are too small on her face.
I feel her in my skin, ripping it apart,
pulling me off my stem as a flower wilted in the yard. She loves me-
she loves me not.
mind worried about situations I can't handle,
my body stays locked in my room underneath
covers afraid of the world for days,
because of anxiety and the fear of failure I stop attending school for awhile.
Needing to dye my hair for change
but no one compliments it.
Crying in bed late at night as I sing
to the words of my favorite songs.
call off plans I make in fear the others will. Toss and turn when dreams
become more than just nightmares.
I lose friends but build longer friendships.
My ears need to hear a certain song
so I'll know I'll be alright even
in my loneliest hours.
I am a crumpled piece of paper I've written too many times because of not getting the right words together. I am a balloon in a blue cloudless sky drifting high and away from a place that once promised to keep me but let me go quicker than the speed of light. I am a rare item in your house which you tell people not to touch from the fragility.
Can you see how my depression
looks like? she's here
after midnight when I am energized
and ready to do everything and anything when it's all closed.
I am rare. I am here. I am now
I love and that's important.
my mental health has no cure
but to understand and know that
life isn't always fair.

based on a trending topic on Twitter, not my best I could've done better but....