Low

Everyone is happier when I'm not around. 

there is arguments and turmoil when I am in the company of others. 

they say I talk too much and that I am too full on..

but that is all a facade that I try to keep on me at all times

I am masked and wish for you not to see my face. 

I hide in the day time and relinquish at your touch

It wasn't always this way. 

I was once a young girl who was surrounded by the bright lights and laughter and happiness

that isn't here anymore

I feel trapped by my mind 

they say that this is a choice, as if I want to be stuck on pause my whole life.

I am going low at a steady rate

and no one wants to help me. 

They don'y want the burden that is me

they don't want to be a part of my sadness

they treat it like it is an unnatural emotion 

My depression is not a choice

I never wanted this

and everyone is leaving to be happier.