I Am Unseen Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
I Am Unseen
Sometimes I pretend I'm normal, I clean up pretty well
But no one sees the black dog sitting on my shoulder.
I talk- with words, I use them - all…
But seems to me that no one really understands.
Sometimes I stumble.., I pick up…stumble again..
Isn't that strange? or maybe not, as no one notices.
I try to keep my eyes focused, mostly on other people but
my attention wanders, I don't want to look any more.
Talking AT me seems the thing, telling me I'm ‘doing well'..
Moronic smile and head patting part of the routine.
I'm smiling back..bravely..thinking ‘Idiot- how could you know anything?
Sometimes I pretend I'm normal and use my words to say
‘ I'm good..how are the kids'
But thinking ‘I'm dying with sadness, put me in a box
Hi Edward, Depression is a terrible curse on humanity.. I hope my poem helps towards a little understanding of how it affects people- thank you for reading and your kind words xx Lodigiana
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8/22/2025 2:08:57 AM # 1.0.0
Too many are in this situation. You are brave for hiding this. Kinesiology is an amazing natural medicine that has many cures. May your days be bright. I do not have depression but a positive mind and helping others always keeps me lifted. Though for you it is having the positive mind.
Yes indeed it is sad that so many now carry the burden of the black dog of depression. Your words are uplifting and a positive encouragement and I thank you sincerely for them.xx