Depression

I know you may think I'm mad at the world. I know you think I'm highly depressed and that medication is the only thing that will help me.

You're wrong.

Maybe a little recognition for once. Maybe a thank you occasionally. Maybe actually acting like a family and supporting each other.

I know that the two of you see each other a lot, but I rarely ever see you, and when I do, you're asking me for something.

Then, theres you two. I have to be a taskmaster for one of you and slave for the other.

How am I supposed to feel? How would you feel if you were in my position?

I really am trying. I'm cleaning up after all of you again. I work incredibly slow, but I work. I'm doing it for you. Even though you don't know how to show gratitude.