Depression

This is a poem I wrote in the end of my depression, which slowly faded back. It's pretty sad, but at the time, this is how I felt.
Enjoy. Feedback is welcomed!

Depression

Being lonely and concealed
As if the body is never healed.
I dream to be happy and full of glee
But I cannot see this happening to me.
I just feel so dead inside.
No one to help or be a guide.
It's mainly because I shut people out
Because to me, everyone is a lout.

After learning about the birds and the bees
You seem to get these perplexing personalities.

When you have so much stress,
When your life is a mess,
When you have less fun,
When things get undone,
When things are forlorn,
When you can't even scorn!

Things start to become bullsh*t
And you're digging yourself a bigger pit.
You're using every last wit,
But you feel like a hypocrite.
You just want to be alone
Because the world seems unknown

Now old theories are deleted
And you don't know you're conceited.
Pretty soon you're back to normal.
You forgot everything is so formal
And you feel abnormal.
It can't be that I'm just hormonal.

At first I was stressed
Which turned into depressed
And didn't feel like the rest,
Everyone is a pest.
I don't like being back,
There's something I lack.
I like the way it was before
Even if everyone thought I was a chore.