Depression: The Ventriloquist

I don’t know what I did to find myself in your lap
The clothes I wear may be normal but I feel like such a dummy
Can’t tell I’m being manipulated because it is my mouth that is moving although I feel void of who I used to be
Caught within your grips
You take a sip of water
And my pride is the only thing I can swallow
Social stigma against us both but you aren’t who I really am
You’re tugging on my strings
Pulling me back into the darkness
I never liked the darkness
Pat me on the head
Say that this is for the best as I become the great performer
Void of all things but your clutches
You see me speak but it is your words that are spilling like the water from the corners of your lips
This. Is. Not. Me.

Reviews

[Kay]

What an awesome metaphor, it's such a great way to describe the hold of depression and the vulnerable feeling of being its puppet. As soon as I read the title I was totally curious how you were going to describe it, nicely written!

[E.J. Michalec]

Thank you so much!