You creeped inside my mind, in one instance and over time.
I felt you in my sleep, with each breath I couldn’t keep.
You hid inside my brain, and I wore a mussel of your shame.
I thought I could drown you out in each pill but those were voids I couldn’t fill.
You were there when they woke me up, the day I learned your real name.
I grew with you through my childhood.
You never strayed too far from my side.
I learned a new life with you because unlike you, I couldn’t hide.
You taught me that pain is torment but also just temporary.
I found you walking amongst others. Sometimes only after they had passed.
You inspired me to heal the helpless. The ones who don’t yet know your name.
I won’t stop until there is no such thing as a mussel of shame.
You will always be a part of me, but I won’t let you hide anymore.
I want to thank you for the heartache. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have changed.