the worst always felt first

there are 2 sides, one that is happy, care free, pleasent, content, helpful and quite; then one that is depressed, sad, cruel, untrusting, pessimistic and hateful. now this isn't a story where they fight and one side is vanquished nor a story where one over powers the other. in this tale out side forces rule, they decide and chose. conditions, voices, and time are thrown at the sides, inside a pot, to sit and brew.the happy one is beaten, tormented all to extremes. so that one runs and leaves for something better. something impossible to find in life, but it is blind to see that. leaving behind only depression to stand, and it does very well. years pass and flow by, depression still wracks and rules. never wavering nor loosening it's grip on the reins. it makes it so that seemingly good things bring horrible out comes. no matter what is presented. this is the world lived in. where depression is law. and this world is but a tiny cell, a single body. but many bodies are cells.