Depression is like a silent fog

that creeps in over night

It covers you like a heavy blanket

placed on you as you slept.

Depression is like the laundry

seeming to pile up overnight.

In your mind you know

something just isn't right.

Stuck in a place that moves too slow.

Stuck in a place that doesn't explain.

Stuck in a place that stiffles creativity.

Stuck in a place where individuality is crushed.

Stuck in a place where robots would feel at home.

Stuck in a place that has hidden dangers.

Stuck in a place called school.