"What am I without medication?
Who am I without it? Am I still me?"
These are just some of the burning questions
Whose answers I really have yet to see
It breaks my heart to know that I'm useless;
Without medication, I'm paralyzed
I know it can get me out of this mess
But life with it is not idealized
Have I mentioned that I bother people
Every time I fail to handle my own
Though I try, my efforts aren't ample
I know I couldn't make it out alone
But I can't let it define who I am
For I am not a disorder myself
I have disorders, and that's not a sham
But I'll keep them sitting atop the shelf
I cannot let this thing control me more
I am tired of being its slave for long
I'll do what it takes to get me ashore
And hopefully this time, I won't be wrong.
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A Poem Compilation
PoetryI write poems to express how I feel. Owing to the fact I write more confidently than I speak, one can say that poetry is my voice. With that, there really isn't any way to generalize the theme of my poems. However, most of the poems included are sad...
