Poem... mostly directed toward my parents

[Massive-Molly]

I wrote this poem a few months ago for a creative writing class (and actually turned it in! Can you imagine?!) Anyway, I'm quite proud of it... got a really good grade, but now my teacher treats me like a wounded bunny... so it's awkward. haha.
Anyway, wrote it when I was mad at my mum. It's very sarcastic and not my style at all.
I've actually shared this poem before in the Anorexia section of the site, but thought I'd post it down here now that there's a creativity section (love that we have this section, by the way)

So, here it goes
It's called Time is No Healer

Oh no, please don't worry
I may look sick,
But it's really just a phase.
A phase that I will get over in a few weeks,
When summer comes.
True, I've been going through this phase for
Five, six years now?
But this summer will be different.
After all, time does heal all wounds.

Did I say wounds?
Did I say I?
Well, somebody has wounds,
But I'm not so sure it's me.

These things I do, I do for attention.
When you sense I may be
Straining, struggling, slipping, drowning,
Please ignore me.
I'm just putting on a show.

When you see the symptoms,
Reprimand me.
Depression is just an excuse for laziness.

Ignore the calls from the counselor,
The test results from the doctor,
The Diagnosis from the Shrink.
It's all just a phase.
And time heals all wounds.

[JEANNE]

Wow, Mol. that's honest and brutal and very, very, good! You deserve an excellent grade. Thank you for sharing and I am sorry for the pain behind the words. Hopefully writing helps to dispel the emotion?! Its really real and sensitive. xxoo jeanne

[angie]

I like the emotion behind it. Very powerful, i really liked it. :)

[effie]

yeaa its acctually an amazing poem, i loved it ! xxx

[be_noticed]

i love this.
i agree with everything. my mother thinks depression is being lazy and my father thinks its a phase that can be healed with time.

perfect title for a perfect poem.