Depression sets in, with new flakes of snow…
…days getting longer, extending my pain.

Winter turning to spring, bursting rivers flow…
…tears on my red cheeks, like fresh drops of rain.

Woe I am feeling, agony inside…
…my tribulations, unraptured pleasure.

Unspoken torture, I have no upside…
…no exultation, a sunken treasure.

Emotions are precious, doled out like rations…
…hiding my feelings, behind a faux mask.

Do not comfort me, with fake compassion…
…keep walking on by, do not stop to ask.

Now stored in a box, away on my shelf…
…pity from within, too hard on myself.