Depression : The Puppet Master

 
When dawn breaks, the fearful mental tsunami awakes
Like a masterpiece re-written, but a poor remake
Turning light to grey - I am such easy prey
Scripted kryptonite tablets, to start the day

My fantasy world, my enemy within
My dark mind plays on its puppet string
Like a sledgehammer strike, the task completed
My goals depleted, minimized, deleted

Try to keep up with life's Olympian demands
Retreat, give up, tomorrow, my demon commands
Compare myself to others, the road to hell
To the outside world, I must appear well