How can one be so strong in the eyes of others
But so weak inside
Always being who they want you to be
Always walking with ones head up
All the while dying inside
Wanting to scream
Wanting to run
Hide from the wrold what they can not see
The pain
The tears
The ever so present fears
Head held high
Shoulders made of steal
But if only the layers they would peal
Darkenss is our light
Weakness we no not
A world so uncaring
A world so not knowing
This is the world we live
This is the prison
This is what we hide so well
A smile such a disguise
Always talking
Afraid if we stop
The words will dissapear
Always being the strong one
Always being the *happy* one
Someday
Maybe the world will open up for us
But til then
Welcome....
Welcome to our hell
Our home
Our world
The world of DEPRESSION