Depression

Depression is like a black cloud
That hides the pretty sky.
Huge and dark it presents proud:
Every spark of happiness is lie.

Clouds come and go-
They might push along quickly.
But you never know
For how long they will stay.

Maybe hours
Maybe days
Maybe months
Maybe years.

They scare you,
Block your view to the sun.
They mock you cause you're feeling blue,
Your depression is their fun.

Happiness
Just a faraway memory
Something unreal
Flooded by problems.

But all clouds will burst out in tears,
The darkness will get less
And the next thing you will see
Is a bright day full of happiness.