My works will leave you weak,
And I can affect your every step,
I am nothing without my control,
When you have me it is kept,
I can make you unsure with unease,
Bringing even the strongest to their knees,
I will make you cry for hours over nothing,
And make you believe I cant be seized,
A cunning whit that provokes every thought,
I will leave you stuck for days the closer I'm near,
People wont understand you at all,
And I'll make all my brothers and sisters appear,
Hate, sadness, doubt, and pain,
Anxiety, fear, and even death if your not strong,
You might not even see me coming,
But I'll make you think that I belong,
Have you guessed my name yet,
If not then here's your lesson,
I am what makes your soul cry,
But you can call me depression.
©imaginate
J