A poem about depression

When I was little and I disliked to brush my teeth I just didn’t

and when I hated learning something I stared at the classroom wall in a symbolic protest thinking it would make the whole school not exist any more

And when I decided I hated silence I talked so much that I filled my lungs with thoughts before I did my mind

And when people crowded me I flung their presence away with total dis regard for the benefits of being liked that far exceed my age

My little respect for authority glared off of me like a warning sign and I didn’t care

I would walk for hours in circles just because I didn’t t want the normalcy of stillness

And wait until other people cleaned up my messes because I could live in filth for way longer than anyone Id known could

And everyone around me admired this even in their annoyance for me not being compliant and it taught me that this was a good thing

But in life you have to do things you hate

And hating every mundane thing that is a part of living is hating life itself

And being so headstrong that you wanna d!e

isn’t as adorable as it use to be

-Adri