Depression

Depression comes into the house
like fog through the crack under the door.
It moves into the living room,
into the hallway, into the bedroom,
staying low, low down by the brown carpet.
Depression senses today's victim,
an innocent girl,
crawls up into the bed,
and smothers her.

She unplugs the beeping alarm clock
and rolls back into bed,
wishing things were different,
wishing she was dead.

And all around her
on that dark and dismal day
are smiling friends who surround her
and move their mouths to say,
"Cheer up, you silly girl!
Everything's going to be OK!"