Why did the people
Trying to help me
Sound like the voices
Depression sent me?
I went to them
To be released
But they tightened the straps
And added a leash
The condemnation, the shame
The endless berating
Why did they echo
My internal narration?
They thought I was weak
And they did not hide it
Or they did not know
That they hadn’t disguised it
Their words, their judgement
Dug me deeper
Took years away
From a hopeful future
They wore me down
Until I almost broke
So I retreated behind
A protective cloak
Formed a shield
So I would heal
Until I was strong enough
To finally reveal
Echoes


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