By Mphaka Khabo Thabelo
I built a house in me with a lock on the door.
That didn’t help because depression forcibly entered,
broke in accompanied by anxiety.
Threw punches at me harder than what clenched fists could.
I curled up my spine, the pain was unbearable.
Anxiety and depression robbed me of
the tears I put in the depths of my soul
which I saved for my graduation
and used them for a boy
who didn’t love me back.