Shrinking

         I hate that shrinking feeling,

         It gets me every time.

            Morale growing ever smaller,

            Confidence knocked right back.

         He takes pride in it -

         It’s there in his eyes.

           Watching as you break.

            He’s meant to help -

         He knows it’s his job,

         And his manner seems kind.

            Then you actually ask

            And Jekyll turns Hyde.

Nothing else you can do,

So you shrink away.

No more support.

Fade away.

Disappear.

It’s World Mental Health Day today. I wrote this poem this morning – it’s very much a rough draft, and I’m never particularly comfortable without rigid forms to follow, but it’s a (very) vague idea of what part of being depressed can sometimes feel like.

Let me know what you think, I’m not sure I’ll keep it, but I wanted to mark today with something.