What’s Not Always Seen

Translated from the Spanish original by L.G.G.

Depression doesn’t shout, it wears no sign,
it hides in smiles, in “I’m just fine.”
It has no age, no clear disguise,
it lives in the mind, behind the eyes.

A panic attack is not a show,
it’s gasping for air when no winds blow.
It’s feeling the world fall apart in your chest,
while begging for comfort, longing for rest.

Anxiety is not an exaggeration,
it’s a constant storm, a quiet vibration.
It’s overthinking while trying to sleep,
fearing tomorrow will be too steep.

Low self-esteem is no child’s game,
it’s seeing your face and feeling shame.
It’s fighting the mirror day after day,
wondering why you feel so far away.

And suicide… it’s not for attention,
it’s pain too deep to even mention.
It’s the coldest hug from the darkest night,
when no one asks if you’re alright.

May we one day truly see
that mental health is key to be free.
Though it’s not always visible to the eye,
it matters just as much—don’t let it pass by.