Society's View on Depression

[left][/left]Why must they think that?
That my life, my love, my feelings
Dont matter...

They have been corrupted.
Not unlike me,
Not unlike how I used to be...

They push and they pry,
But never get the answer.
The answer they seek is unreal.
Undeniably fake.

They hope that they can "help"
They say.
They dont know the truth.
Nothing, well... Almost nothing...