Depression

my depression is like a shadow

you can't always see her but she's there.

dark and peering over my shoulder.

She matches each step I take one after the other.

she nails my feet to the floor

and some days my body at the end of my bed.

and when they ask why

I try to explain my depression is like nails

she pierces me at the most inconvenient times.

but they say "you're fine you'll get over it"

and at times i believe it

I'll get over it.

but i glance over my shoulder

and my shadow is there.