Normal
I’m mentally ill
I found out today
I can hear my parents talking in the other room
how are they going to pay for the therapy bill?
Started therapy today
laid on a big leather couch
got prescribed a dose of pills
I have to take everyday.
I’m sick of all this
don’t want to be stuffed full of medication
I don’t want to have to lay on a leather couch
and talk about my thoughts, my problems, my problems.
tired of being treated like a time bomb
cut the wrong wire, and the word will explode
I don’t want to be listened to
I don’t want to be heard
I want someone to hold my hand,
and promise never to let go
because they won’t care if i’m a ticking time bomb
and they will cut all the wires,
because it's all just a big lie
and they won’t listen to liars
I want to be treated normally.
a mental illness
is not a contagious disease
you’re not going to catch it if i sneeze,
I want to be treated normally,
because that's is what I am.
the word mental illness is just a diagnosis,
a word.
it doesn’t define who I am.
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