It is all in your head, they say.
There is no lump inside your chest.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
Your mind is playing games with thee,
No neurons can defy you best.
It is all in your head, they say.
You tremble in front of me,
While having full access to the rest.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
Go for a jog in the morning and be free,
In the afternoon, the right test.
It is all in your head, they say.
Take a deep breath to flee,
From this little game. You're blessed.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
My dears, it's an ignorant plea,
You don't know my little mind-fest.
It is all in your head, they say.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
There is no lump inside your chest.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
Your mind is playing games with thee,
No neurons can defy you best.
It is all in your head, they say.
You tremble in front of me,
While having full access to the rest.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
Go for a jog in the morning and be free,
In the afternoon, the right test.
It is all in your head, they say.
Take a deep breath to flee,
From this little game. You're blessed.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
My dears, it's an ignorant plea,
You don't know my little mind-fest.
It is all in your head, they say.
Just get over it to move ahead, they say.
I like how sarcastically you comment on society's attitude towards depression. I also feel that the repetitive nature of the villanelle helps your poem make fun of ignorance really well. The line "while having full access to the rest" also really worked for me.
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