That, I would give
Anything
To go back
To being thirteen
Before, this illness
Took complete
Control
Of me
That, I'm so sick
Of being sick
That, most days
I cannot differentiate
Between reality
And, delusional thinking
That, my illness
Will get worse
Over these next
Few years
And, that I fear
That, I may not
Live through
All these tears
That, I feel
As though
everyone is questioning me
And, what I believe
That, no one knows
If what I say happened to me
Did, in all actuality
That, this is really hard
To live with
And, it's so humbling
Because, I never know
When, again,
I will spiral out of control
If I could just explain
So that others understand
That, it is a constant battle
Trying, to feel normal
My mind, is changing,
Constantly
And, I never know
What, to believe...