We are the Depressed

I try so hard,
But never succeed,
It was my blessing,
One I didn’t need,

There are so many,
Around me I see,
Higher marks better looks,
Than me,

More talent than an artist,
More brighter than the sun,
So much more impressing,
And a lot more fun,

Everyone’s so happy,
With the lives they live,
Everyone but me,
I have nothing to give,

Pretty in pink,
Are the well dressed,
Beauty in black,
Are the depressed.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on April 20th, 2005