"But you don't look depressed"

“But you don’t look depressed,”

she said.

Oh, sorry, I forgot

my literal dark cloud

and neon ‘depression’ sign

at home, today.

Sorry for not carving

suicidal thoughts,

insomnia,

lack of concentration,

loss of appetite,

on every facial feature I own

Sorry for keeping

the "depression" fog

for myself

A fog that isn’t made up,

one that makes me blind

or have a difficulty to see

beyond my symptoms.

It makes life grey

and instead of living,

I merely exist.

And you make it feel thicker

by offering anything but help.

What happened to

“do you want to talk?”

“I’m here to listen”?

or is “cheer up”

all you can offer.

I can’t just

“cheer myself up”

or “make myself happy”

or “get myself out of the ‘mood’"

for it’s depression, my friend,

A fog

I can’t escape.