By All these patterns on my face
Are stories untold
Every file contains a different case
Yet I find a way to be bold
To those who think I’m blessed
I am nothing but stressed
My first name is depression
Yet I try to give no reaction
Take me away
Take me far away
Pain has become a familiar face
That I wish not to embrace
Conceal, don’t feel
Because I am privileged
I turn a blind eye even when I see
Finally driven to the edge
My hands are cold
I cannot say the words that will set me free
These tapes cannot hold
One day, I will finally break the seal
Olamide Omoremi