Depression, give me back my mask!
Hand over that enduring smile,
the one that makes my jaws ache.
Reattach my cherished Hostess-Face,
Pioneer-Woman, Ready-Kilowatt disguise.
Don’t you see you’ve pried away
all I thought was best in me,
the charming, loving, gutsy,
witty, winning woman
who would never disappoint?
I paid dearly to fabricate perfection.
Maybe that’s your point.