My confession

this is my confession.

i am in someone’s possession

her name is “depression”

she is real. not an expression

tells me that she is here to teach me a lesson

but in this class, it is best never to question

we share a reflection

sometimes she is full of aggression

other times she tells me she is here for my protection

makes me believe we have a deep connection

demands i give her attention

craves affection

if i ignore she begins to mention

that i am forever the opposite of perfection

she has a cd collection

plays them. making me sad, is her intention

because of her i will never succeed to get a good profession

i can never leave her. she has a crazy obsession

together we will grow old because we both fear rejection

this is my confession.