Depressed by Jon Yates

I was here just now, I must have regressed

Certainty and confidence have been repressed

Stature, in my mind, has been compressed

My self-possession, itself has been possessed

How is this so? How am I duressed?

How can my soul have been so absessed?

How can my feelings at once be supressed?

When my nervous system is plainly undressed

To get to my limit was I so obsessed?

Seek help! Thoughts and feelings must be assessed

Shame and preservation must be transgressed

Private thoughts, to a stranger confessed

Then such thoughts, by the stranger finessed

Ideas, like a balm for the brain, impressed

Soothing and healing, the soul caressed

Then slowly but surely, confidence is progressed

It's a faltering journey, easily digressed

Own your own feelings and you will be blessed

Not cured for ever, but no longer depressed

Did that happen to me, who would have guessed?