I never get depressed.
It doesn't means that every pain I can digest.
I do laugh at funny jokes.
But no one knows my heart too chokes.
I talk to people and enjoy my days.
But hardly anyone knows that how much my heart pays.
I go inside my room.
And remember all my gloom.
I look at the mirror.
And I notice that elation .
I don't like what I see over there.
And then those tears.
I curse myself.
I throw my books out from my bookshelf.
Though I know that I myself have to keep them back.
Because happiness I never want to lack.
That's why I never allow anyone my grief to attack .
I think I am not depressed.
Maybe for a while I become sad.
That fake smile I always add
whenever I think other may consider me depressed.
©indubutola
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