I wrote a ballad for school... And it turned out pretty well too...

 She's beautiful, but unknown,

And tells herself to move on.

Her tears sparkle like moonstones,

And minutes seem like eons.

Her mind wanders aimlessly,

She barely knows herself.

She's only happy briefly,

And but broken is thyself.

She says "I'm really fine," but

Those words are only a lie.

Her laughs are but short and cut,

And her pain she tries to hide.

Her true guide is Depression,

A silent killer true, and

Many get the impression

That something more is at hand.

She just won't see she's perfect,

Just the way she is, though, and

Everyone knows she's worth it;

She took on her grief firsthand.

She smiles through her tears, though,

And lives to see tomorrow,

Her heart does truly glow, and

She lives because of sorrows.