Troubled, depressed
Her mask is of sadness, tiredness her face.
Her troubles unique, tears stain her face.
Depressed, much unhappiness, is all she feels just now.
No she won’t share her troubles
She doesn’t know how.
Yearning for sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come.
Tossing and turning, so many problems.
As daybreak called, she now felt so tired
Eyes red, fuzzy head, a day uninspired!
In deep distress, lament and cry
Depression took hold, no laughter, she sighs.
Head bowed in sadness, hurt and pain.
Confusion infecting her troubled brain.
Still none could see or hear her cry.
Referred to as mad, she never knew why.
She fought her depressed state, with no one to say.
What is your trouble?
Let me help you some way!
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