What's wrong with me?
I'm one of thousands that think this everyday.
**** it's cliche.
To feel this way.
Knowing it's not just me.
Knowing no one will begin to understand
Listing the symptoms, getting close,
to being diagnosed.
The right amount of dosage won't change a thing.
"Give it a chance," they beg,
"Give it time. You'll see a difference.
You'll feel better."
Who are you to tell me what I should feel?
Who are you, to promise such a slim possibility?
The outcome is inevitable.
Live inside my mind for a day.
Then maybe you'll see.