Depression

My Therapist once told me that even Marilyn had a dark side

She was smiley, child like, and without worry to the public eye

But to the naked eye, she was a mad woman

With thoughts of poison she would mercilessly pour into her journal

Hidden thoughts

Forbidden thoughts.

I pick up my pen with feelings of guilt

For the slew of thoughts I’m about to reveal

I am not content with the conditions of this world

I am not content with the conditions of your love

I am not content with the conditions of this glove you’ve tried to stuff me in

I am not content with the prison of these walls

I sit on the floor, curled up, pressed against the wall

Looking for a sign

That soon enough

Everything will be fine

Reviews

[The_Ancient_Rock]

No...

Not content indeed...

We are not amused!!!

If it's up to me...

You will be fine!

Positive! Better! Healthier!

Good! Fine!

And I don't mean this time...

Furious Tempestuous Neurotic Extactic...

I mean... well! Better! Healthier!

;)