Beyond all reason and thought, hidden beneath countless
layers
So deep it went unseen and unnoticed for many years,
There lies a thing not many understand, less of all me.

Past all of the mental restraints, put there from fear or
lack of knowledge,
Chained hard and secure, untouchable, unreachable,
Is a thing not many comprehend, less of all me.

For reasons of thought, for cold restraints, that thing was
forbidden.
In time, it grew; it gained power, suddenly appearing,
unbidden.
Some shrieked, some peeked, some ran away;
It is not a thing many know how to respond to, less of all
me.

But now I am smarter, or I hope to be, for that thing is a
part of me.
It cannot be ignored, or contained, chained away.
That thing, which others do not understand, or can't stand,
Is not necessarily a bad thing, it is just different.
Depression.
I found it to be a thing not to be fought with, and I also
found
Why sometimes a cloak from it I fashion
To cover myself with, and let myself be calmed.
For this so-called depression of mine, is simply serenity.
I loosen my mental chains, calm myself, and there it
appears.
Or so I thought.

For now I believe that this mood which befalls me
sometimes,
The thing which I always thought to be sneaking from
behind,
Is what called a peace of mind.