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Roses are red

Violets are blue

I suffer from depression

And you’ve been good to me boo

When I feel my best I rough draft

Then I start tweaking when I teach my daughter math

You made the transition so comfortable

I say a lot and I barely mumble

I am one with my words but im always humble

I stare at the blank canvas that you’ve created

Thinking of all the things I can say I am elated

I say this and I say that

I‘ve had a few published and kept a few in the drafts

With depression comes anxiety

Trying to figure out which style is me

I’m bipolar so it’s a lot you won’t see

I hope to stay out my bubble for weeks