She does not feel ok
She does not know,
Why she feels this way
The darkness surrounds her
She is overcome with fear
There is no one to help her,
There is no one near.
She cannot decide
Who she wants to be
She just wants her friends
Wants them to see
She has a past, yes
As others do
But that she tries to suppress
She wants to be happy
She wants to be free
This can’t be her, just this disease
Bi-polar or OCD
She used to get manic
There were no chains
No reason to panic
She laughed with her friends
Tears were not seen
But that was not how the story ends
She went crazy one night
How she wanted to see blood
Her heart raced with fright
To the doctors she went
They gave her the drugs
Her mind was spent
Her friends all knew and were not surprised
But she was not herself
It was the drugs she despised
She was muted, jaded, and dazed
No longer giddy, no laughter shined through.
The only thing she felt was phased
A new pill was added, to relieve her of this pain
But it just created a new problem
She hated her brain
She goes up, she goes down
She does not know where she belongs
In her sorrow she drowns
Who is she?
Not the drugs that have taken over her life
Not the diseases, from which she tries to flee
She does not know who she is.
