You think this poem will be happy
It really is not
But don't think I'm a pessimist
It is just that the sun lately has been way too hot
The yellow orb burns on my skin
It seers me with criticism
No clouds to protect me
Instead I am forced to see realism
Yellow lights tell me
Slow down!
Yellow dresses point up
Look at her frown!
The yellow flowers bloom and grow
The yellow bee stings me constantly
The yellow room hides my gloom
The yellow thoughts are located sparsely
Even though I admit
I love the color yellow
It's ironically a cover up
For this sour life in which I mellow
YOU ARE READING
This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
