By: Bianca De Boulet
My name is Bianca,
I go to school
I learn from my mistakes,
When people see me
They see me as a happy little girl,
A girl that goes to school and goes home happy
Every single day,
they don't know me
They don’t know that
I suffer
from depression...
seasonal depression...
As the days get colder
the more my personality goes away,
When i go to school
i put on a smile,
I look as happy as can be,
But inside
my heart
is splitting
My parents ask
what triggers
the depression,
I look down,
I don't know …
The school shootings,
The way I look,
The things I do,
The killing,
The gang violence,