Depression Denied (Poem)

Depressed and covered in the shadows of darkness... I can't speak, talk, or move...yet I kno... They say "you can tell us anything" yet they even admitted it, with a personality like mine...they'll have to get my a psychiatrist...But I Ain't Crazy!!! So I lie and say I'm fine...and put on my big old fake smile... I seem happy, and sometimes I truly am...I just really look high and nuts though-so I'd rather not talk... But if I don't...they'll kno...and then what... U say "it'll be good for u" Yeah...well the only way ur getting me in there is if u DrAg me in there... So just leave alone, walking home alone, scared of what I'll find, praying that it's peace...and drawing the pictures...of a "good night sleep"...