My Insanity

People often tell their depression stories
Laced with taunts
And name calling
Hatred directed at them
Torturous school hours
By my story isn't like that
My terrors are inside my head
Terrible insecurities sliding around
Locked in the crevices of my brain
Lost in everyone's stress
Even when I'm smiling, it's there
On my shoulder
Sitting at the kitchen table with me
My ink is the blood of my mind
Crumpled cries for helps
Balled up
"Story lines"
I tell if you ask
The perfect lie
The perfect cover
For my insanity