What I see in people that are depressed: I is in the third sense!

Tomorrow, is not ten years ago!

One thing I see that bothers me,
Way too much depression.
I know not why the past I see
It must be regression!

No one has heard me when I say
“My childhood days were rough.”
That old cliché that’s being used,
When is enough… enough?

I have my problems I must face
And some do truly last.
Tomorrow is a brand new day,
Still living in the past.

My brother… he got everything
I never thought it fair
The only thing I used to get
Was slapped and sent upstairs.

I wish I had those memories
To smile and be amused.
My mind is stuck back in those times
Confused and so abused.

I am told I have depression,
I hate what people say.
They tell me that the…