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In a mirror, I see a shape,

An image with darkened scars,

Frowning back at a gleaming smile,

That hasn’t seen such wars.



At birth life seems so new and great,

Far from losing happiness,

Then you learn what depression brings,

The cursed virtue of awareness.



People star at the one who knows,

Some may accuse that you’re jaded,

In your youth, that is hard to reach,

But, smiles on photos seem faded.



Everything seems familiar,

And yet nothing seems too,

Depends on if you’re in or out,

And if alienation is new.



Depression can be mirthful,

If forgotten by those you hate,

An opened mind will keep one insane,

This is the deviants’ fate.



Some see days as sunny

From first breath to the best,

But how can someone live,

If their thoughts are on death?