I am not what I feel.

I am not what I feel.
I hold my emotions
In my hand
And can grasp
And release them
When I please.
Please do not
Define me by
What my hand
Might possess.
You have no  
Perception
Of the sensitivities
That I once
Succumbed to.
It is easy
To be stifled
By depression,
But to pull yourself
Out and
Grasp it with your
Fist is unsparing.
During the process
You are moulded
To believe
Suffocating
Is easier than
Breathing.
I am not what
I feel.
I am not the
Embodiment
Of twisted and
Untamed emotion.
It took a raw
Realisation
To wake me up
From being
Convinced
I was depressed,
To now knowing
That I have
Depression
And it's in my grasp
And releasing my hold
Is an excruciating task
And I can't let go yet.
But I am not what I feel.