Crazy

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.