Common Sense

Depression alters everything

It tastes the bitterness in sugar
It hears an insult in a complement 
It sees weeds in a bouquet of flowers
It consumes your every sense

You may pop those pretty pills
You may don those dark glasses
You may turn that music up
You may try to disguise the depression

But it won’t cover up the taste of 
Acid when you’re choking on apathy