Depression Isn’t A Choice

“Don’t be depressed.”
“Stop feeling that way.”
“Push yourself.”
Everyone said
As if I planned on feeling this way
As if I could drink this magic potion
And the next day be all better
I wonder how do people expect me to act?
Do they want me to plaster a fake smile
On my face
Like I have been doing for years?
To pretend like everything is so swell
To continue to miss out on life
And never live?
So I am just supposed to “stop”
Feeling depressed
But it wouldn’t actually be stopping
It would be suppressing my depression
Causing me to feel worse in the inside
I cannot fake it anymore
I am literally choking
And no one hears me
“Stop being depressed”
As if that will change anything