P.H.Rose

Depression

I see that mask you wear each day,
smiles and jokes hides a real you away.
A very funny man they say of you,
but underneath you bite and chew.
Weary as you rise from off your bed,
to greet another day of simple dread.
A large breath inhaled as you meet,
Your audience with smile and greet.
Adjust your mask or else they\'ll see,
what\'s hidden there to you and me.
How do I know these things I say,
Because I wear the same mask each day.