My breath getting quicker
Blood pulsing through my head
My thoughts are one too many
The noise around me is muffled
The symbol of sadness in my eyes
Gathering to run down my face
Quicker breathing
Faster thinking
Summoning my demons to control my mind
They say I'm not good enough
But I know I am good enough
They tell me I'm not
How can they prove it?
A constant war inside my head
To prove my worth that never existed to begin with
I must hide, people think I'm weak
I know that's not true, but how will I know?

Now...I have those feelings
But they are more controlled
With therapy
With drugs
To suppress my extremes
This mental illness doesn't mean I'm weak,
It means i conquer more challenges than the average person.
Happy pills calm my anxious heart and my stubborn mind
To suppress the sick feeling of failure
To suppress the endless worry of my future
Medication.
It doesn't cure you, it relieves the illness
I have a mental illness