I get nightly depression and to combat it I write poetry. I think I'll start to post it in here. Here's my poem for tonight.

Some people will box you in
They will trample and trod
Because they want you at their whim
They will poke and prod
Because they want you to have no kin
They will find your one weakness
And they will squeeze it tight
They will do so until you bleed
But whatever your plan do not fight
Hold tight and take lead
Noble simplicity and quiet grandeur
That is your path to eudaimonia
Walk along it and never meander
Then will you find your soul in harmonia