(Sometimes my anger rages sullenly,
simmering pointlessly, steaming my insides.)
Depression angers me.
They should dump us sufferers (and you anorexic girls would fit right in -
in some third-world travesty
where wide-eyed children lie
with starving, distended bellies.
without temptation your tummies can grumble
to your hearts' content.)
and move us from our beds of pity
as they cannot move from their famine,
their disasters. Muscles too weak,
money too scarce.
(and you anorexic girls would fit right in -
I despise my paralytic apathy,
my self-obsessed depression.
(but edited on typing up)