"Admittedly Have Been Depressed"

Depression can indeed
Fall depths,
Though the bottom
Is ridiculous,
Less than far,
Beneath the surface
Of happiness,
Absurd
That one should be there
When just a small effort
That does not exist
Could strike down
The abuse,
Inflicted by laughing stock,
But nonetheless
Obstacle...
What the depressed
Cannot be,
Until overcome.

It closes in,
Like a jail cell,
One cannot be comfortable in,
All too simple
Do the handcuffs slap on,
No comfort,
So adjustment is merely
Made in your spine,
Abrasion between the vertebrae,
The spinal cord,
And closes like a steel door.

They say it's like a
Crime,
Though,
There isn't any shame,
More toward a scar,
Like "tag,"
Running as a kid,
Life as though
It is a game,
And who was tapped by a hand
Removed from it,
To break a heart
For the fun of it,
Contends with
A conditioned person
Who can embarrass them,
And love it.

"Nothing to speak of,"
It is proud,
The persecuted supersede their abusers,
Embarrass,
It has the most to say,
Although not to boast,
Must behave,
But I will not lie about it,
Let alone be lied about,
By another,
There is no point,
It is superior.

You could say it was
All the day,
Or I was sunken
This afternoon,
Though it wasn't long,
I can tell you,
Compared to the most,
Just a job,
And an enticing one,
To the depths,
For an article necessary,
Of course,
Inconvenient,
But at a very high salary.