If this isn't a slam poem or slam style at least, I don't know what is. I got chills with the stanzas where you had no punctuation, where that truth came out, rolled out, and you don't feel good despite looking good and painting yourself with glitter. Highlighting your features. Others don't see what's inside.

Damn right about the depression not supposed to be there, for anyone. I felt anger in this and hell yes, you shouldn't have to hold that back! It breaks my heart thinking that people are silently suffering because they are afraid they will be treated differently, seen as less of a person or less capable to take care of your family, etc. You do what you can and try, try, try and this depression still is there, waiting. It makes me angry that society expects us to be stable enough for this and that, and we try to be always functional and at are best but it's not humanly possible.

There was so much heart and anguish and honesty in this, especially about the 3 reasons to be grateful, I didn't even know about that statistic, and it makes me think how hard it can be when others say "well look, you have this and this to be grateful for", yet that doesn't cure the dangerous thoughts. It's so much more complex than just being more thankful in life. And your words showed such a depth and, as usual, a raw vulnerability that seriously just ahh.... no more words.

I send all my light and love and energy to you <3