I have struggled with depression, anxiety/panic, and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder basically since I have been alive. Just a poem that describes just the iceburg of what I sometimes feel..


Bad day to wear Mascara

I guess it was a bad day to wear mascara, here I am
on the edge of tears
I can't quite place my finger on it, or get past
the ringing in my ears

Depression is a long hard battle
I have good days and bad
about anything can throw me one way
or the other

Aches and pains
Sycosymatic and real
I feel like I am dying
What a way to feel

The Doctors find nothing wrong...
I still feel the same
Yet I hang on
to life's little game



Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 22:47

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Zoya Zaidi
Vey beautifully expressed!
Though never could imagine you to be Compulsive-obsessive-dirordered?
((((hugs Teala darling)))))
Things would be fine from now on, you shall see!
love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-06