You want to help me
But there is nothing to help the fretting
'God forbid you admit it'
I just call it 'broken'

There is no fast glue
To put your world together
No matter how hard you try
Sometimes you dont know why
Fears are back in your head

Depression its a regression
Attacks active minds it seems
You sit in a corner
And hope no one sees

Stand tall and smile
While your dead inside
It eats away your esteem
“You all know what I mean”

Show them all
Stand tall
Your ONLY depressed it seems.

Alison Smith

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-just-make-me-feel-worse/