Midnight Sadness 

I have no expression for my depression,

Its progression is at my discretion,

When it dies before dawn.

I feel that its meaning is creeping,

It's seeping, these feelings when I'm weeping,

Then it's gone by the morn.

I struggle as a muggle,

I'm puzzled and feel muzzled,

Like a dog, trapped in the lawn.

In the day, as I get older, I feel bolder,

I've been moulded to what I've been told,

Yet at night I feel different, I am torn.