Questionable Excuses

do you know what this depression tastes like?
how it moves from one moment to another
swaying and spilling over
washing me in hot acid
and then plunging me into ice

I used to think it was a part of me
But I know now that it isn't
I used to think I could control it
But I know now it is elemental
I used to think that life was easy
But depression comes and makes me queasy
And mostly I forget.