My heartstrings aren't for anyone to play with.
My mood swings aren't toys for those dare try and control them.
My depression isn't a merry go round.
My anxiety isn't defined by trouble breathing and shaky hands.
I didn't ask for judgements, erasure, being abandoned nor scaring bullies away.
I did ask God for people I can count on, a lover that can be cherished by me and a way out of this religious town. I have people I can count on but I still don't have a lover and a way out of this town.
I may be talented but I still wish for a love worth pursuing.
I am still human.