Depression: A Poem
- Emily Yao
- Nov 22, 2018
- 1 min read
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.
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.
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