Depression: A Poem

Depression, I've learned, is a lot like

background noise. It's always there,

buzzing to its own tune. Whether birds

chirp or stars shine, it continues its

monotone drone. Somedays you're able to

ignore it a little more than others, but it

doesn't go away. Somedays it's going to

be all you hear. Everything's silent, except

for the depression. It's just background

noise. Noise that won't let you be.

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Emily Yao is a member of Project LETS at Penn and a contributer on Thought Catalog and The Mighty. She enjoys writing poems, short prose, and blog articles. Check out more of her work here.