My depression

Although this feeling of not being seen for who you really are, or heard, may seem unique to you. It's not. It's quite common. We all wear our facades. Some of us better than others. Even those friends you see on the other side of the looking glass.

Now that that's out of the way, I found the way you described your fight with depression as a very physical exertion to be intriguing, and all too fitting for the disease.

For the line of "I'm sweating, exhausted." I think the flow would be more natural if the sentence was switched around to "Exhausted, I'm sweating." Maybe you were going for slant rhyme, though.

The flow and alliteration of the line "the dumb, the drab, the sometimes mad, the sick the sad, the sorry," is wonderful. To me, it also kind of emphasizes the frantic feeling of mental illness, and more specifically depression. The anxiety of showing your true self.

Lastly, and this doesn't even have to do with the poem, break the cycle. Do something new. It can be little. It can be big. Just something different. It can make a world of difference. Cheers, and well wishes.

Thank you for sharing.

This resonates with me personally having suffered from depression, especially what you wrote near the end about lying...

'Lying to myself. Lying to my friends.' It struck a cord.

This is absolutely fantastic. I love the way you used the glass metaphor to show how you felt on the inside versus what others saw.

I also loved the line, "but what happens then? What happens when, they see the real me?" Because it seemed to flow perfectly into itself. Really fantastic work!