But your mind is hurt
Your face is not scarred
But there is a mark on your heart
They build self doubt
And furnish your insecurity
Now your depression sets in
Like a rioting fraternity.
Every single day
My shadow and me walk these streets
With the numerous folds
of depression In my mind; forming sheets.
Memories of memories
In my thoughts replay
As my self struggles
Just to make it through another day.
