Suffering from dysthymia
Don’t feel sorry
Im not a wretch
I am coming out
Of a two year stretch
Suffering with moods
Every single day
Bereft and lacking
It’s been my way
Sometimes I think
I am on the way up
Then all of a sudden
The door slams shut.
Door sometimes
I leave ajar
So I can escape
But I never get far
Anxiety and panic attacks
I feel  so alone
I go into reverse
And head back home.
When i am at home
Biding my time
To get through this ****
By writing these rhymes .