Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench