Disturbed

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

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