in my case they treated bipolar disorder. i was put on lithium and celexa, and got a slap on the wrist. only, they didn't tell me how to deal with all the people i hurt, because i lied to everyone. for years. so now, i'm here, picking up the pieces of my broken reality. what's left of what i thought i knew, what i need to make of what is real. ((this is really hard.))
poem:
You do not try to see me
As the person that I am
You think that I am perfect
But perfection is a scam
As the person that I am
You think that I am perfect
But perfection is a scam
Don't look beyond my mask
At what I am inside
You do not understand
The feelings that I hide
You say that I'm your angel
But all you know are the lies
Truth about the real me
Is hidden within my eyes.
The other side of me
The side I never show
No way to understand
No way for you to know
Your mistaken perfection
I'm an angel full of sins
It's all a first impression
It's a game I always win
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