Depression. Of course you've heard about it. Some sad, middle-aged man pottering about in his trackies. Well, perhaps somewhere there is such a man, but that's not it. Take a look at each end every face in your class. Somewhere behind one of those pair of eyes there is a deep, dark monster lurking. Tear away the mask and you shall find it. Depression.


1. Caged

I feel like I’m wearing glasses

Glass, black and vague,

covering my eyes,

obscuring my sight,

pressing behind my ears,

all the way into my mind

Thoughts curling like a snake,

circling body,

its saliva sizzling like tar

Flowing in my veins,

dripping, black blood

Invisible wounds

Behind glasses,

black and vague


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