to the curb (where you'll be waiting until i come around again)

dear depression,

as long as I live

i'll never be rid of you

no matter how many times

i kick you out of my car

--sometimes i slow down

dropping you off

like a passenger

sometimes i shove you out

and watch you roll on the pavement

in my review mirror

either way

i think i am rid of you

but then i pass by

and you are there

sitting on the curb

drenched from the downpour

waiting how ever long it takes

for me to return

did you take lessons from the silver screen

we're the worse case

of toxic coupling

yet you are more loyal to me

then those i thought

would be here forever

but unlike a bad boyfriend

i can't drop you

so i learn to accept all of you

the negative talk

the constant interfering

the anchor hold you have on me

but you must also accept all of me

the fingers in my ears

singing la-de-la

the constant bypassing you

like the obstacle course you are

the dragging you around

because life doesn't wait for the great days

the constant kicking you to the curb

where you'll be waiting

until i come around again

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Word Count: 200 words

Author's Note: I originally had the idea of writing a letter to depression or more the idea of not allowing it to stop me from living and enjoying life for the "I Resign From..." Challenge, but it did not flow the way I wanted it to until I wrote it as a poem.