Mental depression

You are a little genius, trapped inside a box of doubts, bullied for being different, and chained with insecurities. You are a little voice, trying to let out a shout, buried for being too loud, and blamed with impurities. And it’s okay to be afraid, It’s okay to be laughed upon, but it’s not like that this world does not want you. And it’s okay to speak up, to the ones you hold so dear, about the invisible suffocation and the fears that haunt you. For you might think of being gone away for good, but you’d leave behind a pain, no mother could bear. Trust me, you’ll be okay soon, with an amazing tale to tell, but dont leave behind a dead hope, at which no father could stare.