Ode to the depression

My depression, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you feed and frighten, invading my mind day and through the night, always dreaming about the wrong witan. Let me compare you to a contender? You are more scary, unlawful, and strong. Long frost nips the robins of December, and wintertime has the alarming Chuang. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your salacious eyes and anger. How your personality fills my days! My hate for you is the awful Bangor. Now I must away with a dirty heart remember my strong words whilst we're apart.