I want to curl up and cry
But I have to try and be strong
I can't show I'm weak or hurting
I want the darkness
I want the silence
I want the voices to cease
But of course they bring violence
I want to sit still
I don't like the tics
I want to look someone in the eye
And not worry about the hit
I want to be normal
In my own way of course
I want to be freed from my mental disorders