I was asked "Is the glass half empty, or half full?" I answered, "the glass is refillable" But they do not understand How long it has taken to get to that The medicines I take The mantras I repeat Every minute, hour, day The fact I submerse myself in life Trying to find that "normalacy" The medicines help They keep my monster locked away At least, I like to think they do It is still there Taunting me behind bars Attempting to break free Devour me with its darkness I may seem normal Happy-go-lucky But they don't see How much I fight To keep the monster from me
This monster of mine is forever there. Lurking in the shadows. Crouched and ready to strike. It will take the simplest of things and turn them into catastrophic events. I fight everyday to keep him within...
I was asked by one who does not suffer what it is like. This is the best I can do to explain. If you do not live with it or deal with it everyday, you do not fully understand. Sorry if this sounds more like a PSA. It just needs to be said.