Depressed is the new black

Dare I look at myself in the glass to view, what a mess I have turned into? I look and see a figure that could be me, and I must confess that down and depressed fits me best. Dark and alone in this big cold home, that was once my castle,tall and full of laughter. After some time it was no long sublime and depression became my captor. He grabbed me up and my crown fell to the ground, then without my permission my castle became my prison. No matter what people do or say I cannot seem to get away. Encouraging words and genuine love is out there but, mean, twisted, harsh words is all I hear in my mind. I am afraid that some day the sadness wont leave and I will never return to me. Instead of looking for help, I sit alone with myself. Weak and frail, ugly and vile, worthless and broken, thoughts that I start to believe in. There was once happiness and confidence, now replaced with hate and loneliness. Eventually the depression cycle will end and I will return to me again.

Ironman

Emotions are the insightful guide to ones feelings and thoughts. However emotions change drastically over time, sleep, drugs, alcohol, or even a great round of animistic sex. So,as an insight over our feelings and thoughts, the driving forces of our self, should we not think before we feel? Yet, if ones feelings are thought out, there feelings and thoughts go from organic to mechanic. Then the person becomes a thing, and that thing only feels what it thinks, and it has to think out its emotions that drive it's thoughts. Thus over exerting it's brain witch takes it from thing to man, because machines can not feel exertion, they can only do. Therefor, showing that the man was never a machine at all, but a confused individual that was afraid to show emotions, and instead thought out his feelings and thoughts to insure he could be 'Ironman', made of steal and unable to be effected by feelings.