I don’t know how to write.
I have no finesse, I don’t understand the rules
I’m pretty sure I used that comma wrong.
I never amounted to anything.
I don’t know… no I know my being too self aware put me here.
There’s something about walking a line that keeps you balanced but I tipped to far over to one side.
My mind is going.
I can feel it.
I’m not sure if I detached too hard or if my mind is just really giving up.
My mind feels silent and noisy all at once.
I know I’m confused but I don’t want to take the time to figure it out.
Am I an imposter? Is any of this real?
Why do I feel like I am floating but not in a good way.
Is there even a good way to float.
I feel high even when I am not.
I have so much to say but no voice.
Even if I had something to say is it important.
Is it the sickness I now carry?
Is it eating away at my brain?
My motor function skills are loose and unsure.
I used to be so confident and steady fast in these things.
Is this man made or has it always been around:
Am I over diagnosed?
Is it this or is it that?
Is it still too taboo to talk about?
Does my anxiety and fibro make you uncomfortable?
That’s funny because it REALLY makes me uncomfortable.  
Depression is real.
Anxiety is real.
It’s all real.
Can’t be explained only experienced.
Maybe you don’t like it.
Maybe it’s too negative.
Well it’s my life.
It’s my reality.
I’m not sorry if it interrupts your day just block me.
Where is my brain.
It’s almost gone.