She has the power to turn sadness into joy,
To turn the rain into sunshine!
But when no one was looking,
She would weep,
Her heart is full of sorrows and scars.
No therapy and no love can fix it.
And it grows worse day by day.
This my friends is what is known as,
Concealed Depression.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
