Dedicated to an amazing poet.

Somedays, I want to pound on the walls

and run through the halls.

Screaming about being so confound,

the issues all seem to pile up into a mound.

Occasionally, I care too much about what people think

and forget how to blink.

Tell me is it a lark

when I mark

the good days from the bad?

Is it a tad

hypocritical to ask for more?

I just abhor

those who want me to change.

If I ask you to rearrange

your brain,

would you be happy?

Doesn't it take time to train

yourself to be gabby?

Wouldn't it be the same with sadness?

Before it turns to madness,

I turn to you and say,

"Wake up, it's a new day!"

So no matter how stressed out,

or loud I shout,

Don't give up on me

and let me be.

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Author's note: I'm just mad...mad at people who think depression is trendy, or think that depressed/anxious people are faking it or just want attention.

No...the last thing you want is to be made to feel worse than you already are. Now I'm peeved.

Anyways, I have a few characters who are depressed or anxious in my stories, and the last thing I want is for feel people to feel that way (that their depression makes them less or is just an accessory). As someone who started writing fanfics/original stories on Wattpad as a form of therapy and to live life after having had suicidal thoughts, I want to spread light in darkness to all people. That's my two cents about it.