Depressed walks into a classroom, unnoticed, unwanted.
She walks down the hall in her ripped jeans and baggy, stained shirts.
She sits alone at lunch, she is too quiet.
She walks alone to all her classes and to the bus, she walks too slow.
She thinks she could never make an impact but in reality she does everyday.
She is never picked first in gym, she has no friends to call her own or talents she likes to show
You see Depressed in the halls shuffling her feet, dropping her books.
She is never on high honors, she hates to try
She never auditions for the play she loves, she thinks she is talent-less
She never tries and never will, in her eyes she will never be good enough.