My Depression

sometimes i lay awake
thinking of the hell i live in
wondering what went wrong
what did i do
what didn't i do
as i think
i see an answer
i hate to face it
but it is always there
i try to move around it
but it follows me
i leave the house to get away from it
but the truth is
i am the problem
i am fat, ugly, stupid, and irresponsible
the harder i try to change this
the worse it gets
so how do i respond
i crawl deep inside myself
i bottle it up
try to hide it
try to Deni it
but it will never go away
it is my depression