Tell-tale

I am told I am depressed

And I fail to recognise it

I am not moving on

I even fail to hide it

I am told it is easy

To find love again

I am often hopeless

It wont lessen the pain

I am told its self induced

I harbour it and aggravate

I've concocted a hell

In my brain to immolate

I am told by some

I aim to garner pity

I operate in desperation

I tend to psychopathy

I am told I am no different

Not special in discourtesy or tact

I refuse to acknowledge mediocrity

Integral to myself as fact

I am told by many

I don't like to listen

I am told too much

I don't wish to fathom

I believed in happy endings

I was wishful as a babe

So I am plagued with obsession

My wishes are my cage