Broken Down
Worn Out
Tired Am I?
People look on and Smile
Some shake their heads
Few understand
Many Try
Others Just sigh
Who Am I?
What Description do I Put on me,
like a Posting online for the world to see
So Many want to label me, to describe me, to categorize me
like a butterfly pinned to a board, with a title and name underneath
Am I just a specimen to them
Why do I need a description?
Why do I need to be labeled?
I Have Depression therefore they describe me as depressed
I get anxious therefore i am diagnosed with Anxiety
I have experienced five deaths within a year...so I must be broken
People look at me
Those who know me smile, lau