My Depression Stage
I have a stage
I go through,
It is called depression.
Certain times of the year
I don't want to talk
Anyone or anything.
It doesn't happen
To me all that often,
But I can't stand it
When it does....
It makes me a hateful person.
It's not that I
Do it on purpose,
It's just a part
Of my so-called life.
I'll be happy to get
Back to my
Happy go lucky self
And rid of all this strife.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.30/2004
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