Depression House

That fake smile that I put on my face, every hour. Nobody can see the real me. The long sleeves that I wear make people wonder, but what do they care. Do they know how do hide themselves under the moonlight?
No freinds matter anymore, and people wonder about me as I walk down those long dark halls of depression.
I pounder at the locker that hold my darkess fears. The seat I sit in runs with the pain that I hold, and the pen i write with, full of the depression I hold....
But why does this school feel like a depression house, well thats for me to find out....