The validation for a mental disorder is proof of your prescription
Because in this world your cry for help is considered a cry for attention,
And you are to be dismissed.

Being sad isn't permitted because somebody else in the world has it worse
Somebody trumps you on the ****-o-meter, so who are you to complain.
Put yourself in their shoes, you say.

No. I will live my life in my own clothing, my own skin.
I will suffer my own woes and ******, I will not be made ashamed of that.
I am important.

My own story is no less valuable, I will not make my mind believe otherwise.
I can and will do great things, no matter how small they may be.
And I will have lows along the way.

I may be weak for this, and that is just fine with me.
Between being weak and honest with myself, understanding my feelings and thoughts,
Is more important to me than pleasing you.

Everyone has a talent.
Whether it be practical or not,
Pleasing or not.
Everyone has a talent.
And sometimes that talent is just
Not good.
A talent for being impeccably rude,
A talent for ******* up relationships,
A talent for making people hate you,
A talent for spitting out gibberish when someone asks, "Why are you sad?"
Everyone has a talent.
But when people look inside themselves,
And see the talents they never wanted,
They fake another.
They learn to carry a note,
Play an instrument,
Draw a picture,
Write a poem.
But inside they know,
We're not good.