See Me

depressed, he goes about his day with a smile to act as a disguise

depressed, no one can see the storm swirling inside

depressed, he dances and finds comfort in the laughter of others

depressed, he studies as a distraction from the pain as he closes his eyes and swallows his tears

depressed, he buries his head into his pillows to keep the darkness underneath his eyelids

depressed, I push him into the sunshine not too far ahead

depressed, I caress his cheek and heal his endless scars from time

depressed, I see him.

depressed, he does not see me.