For some, depression comes in waves of shame
Things they’ve done,
Mistakes they’ve made
For me, it comes in the weight of not wanting to be who I am.
Living my life day by day
It’s the shift of the winds that forces me to be someone I’m not
For me, it’s the sadness of what will never be
What’s outgrown me and moved on for me
I fear those who stand alone are the only ones who know
So today, underneath my skin is all you’ll read
Because I thought it used to mean something
But it doesn’t.
For now, we are not the same.
For now, it’s for me.
