Depression:The Journey Never Ends

World keeps sending me poison.
I take my medicine
but the medicine
never strong enough
to fight all the world's poison.
I feel like a guinea pig.

I go to therapy.
Therapist preaches
change those negative believes.
She doesn't get that
those believes have been with me since I was a child or
just doesn't care about that.

I think things are going my way.
Then depression rears
it's ugly head and here I go again.