Realization

I often try imagining how you
are sensing now, or what it is to be
somebody else. But I don’t have a clue
how it feels to be clinically depressed.
Although I can be low at times, or blue,
my serotonin levels must be good.
So when I hear you claim you’re someone who
is all-emotion, feeling, empathy,
I miss the symptom you’re depressed anew.

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