Chemicals.
The chemicals in my brain,
They're to blame.
When I want to die
Or when I can't stop crying
Over the smallest thing.
The chemicals are to blame.
The chemicals, there are too many
Or too little.
They make me unstable.
I'm not myself.
Or am I?
You can't see them.
Nobody else can see them.
Only I can feel them,
Choking me so that
I feel suffocated.
But what if this is me?
What if the chemicals aren't to blame?
What if I really am just crazy?
That's what my friends tell me.
Calm down, relax.
As if it's that easy.
What I would give to be able to
Laugh at a comment
Instead of letting it eat me alive.
But that takes time, and patience.
Patience they don't have.
So instead, I am crazy.
You can't see my illness;
Therefore it's me.
But I am not my illness.
I will not let it control me.
I am not crazy.
I'm just a work in progress.