To My Depression
©2016 Melissa McLaughlin
You slink into my mind.
A chameleon, you blend in,
until I forget you’re there.
You mirror my voice and intonation
until I can’t tell where I leave off
Frustration with a misery that never seems to end
builds and suddenly I think,
“I can’t handle this.
I just want to take all my pills.”
It isn’t me, is it?
Not my authentic voice.
Not my desire.
Not my thought.
So let me just say this:
You don’t get to call the shots,
I won’t let you decide.
You tell me that I want to die,
but this life, I say, is mine.
I recognize your insidious ways,
the way you creep, cajole, and lie;
I’ll cling to truth, family, and friends,
the strength of an army on my side.