star

my depression controls me like a puppet,

casting me in every leading role.

making me the star of the show.

I get a standing ovation

from my anxiety,

cheering me on

and throwing roses.

except I only get hit

by the thorns.

Picture credit: https://goo.gl/images/BPtB9A

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