Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
I slip into my dress
that's a little too tight and known,
but I wear it just the same.
I adjust my dress and decorate
it with accessories
along with some shoes.
I glamorize myself until I look
elegant, sweet, pure, and, of course, divine.
I wear it well and shine in my glow,
but then it's time to let go of my...
dress of depression