Depression
A natural reaction or a disease,
A scar or a curse.

There's a fine line between love and hate,
sadness and joy,
Even being moody and hyperactive.

That line is our emotions

Depression is different
Your in a cage with the key,
In a room with the door wide open,
A prison cell with free bail.

Whatever you call it,
It's real
But it isn't an emotion,
It's actually a choice.

You aren't responsible for people's reactions,
Nor are they responsible for yours,
You own the action but never the reaction.

We feel bad,
We get disappointed,
We feel,
But its our choice whether we act on those feelings.

Do you open the door
And sigh in relief,
Or remain in the room...
And remain in depression.



© Blossom .I. Briggs