Shallow

and mabe if
I were a different person
and had lived
a different life
maybe then
I wouldn't have
to water myself down so much.
not just
to entertain everyone else
but for myself.
because only when i'm shallow can i drown the memories
that make me so different
that wave of sadness
that sweeps me away from shore.

If depression was water,
somedays I'd drown.

I dock myself
by the beach
near the shallow pool waves don't reach.
where colorful urchins
come and go
never stay.