Julianna May

It makes me sick,
Literally my stomach is in knots,
To think about
How a normal mind is taken for granted.
People walk around and
One bad day and they’re claiming depression.
A mismatched line
And all of a sudden they’re obsessive compulsive.
They can’t focus,
It’s gotta be attention deficit.
But they can get rid of it.
It goes away for them.
It never goes away for me.
I live in constant fear that something will trigger
And I’ll be sent down a spiral
That I may never return from.
One day the thoughts in my head might overtake me.
I can push them to the side as much as I want
But they will never disappear.
And they’re claiming anxiety
Because of one broken nail.
Please don’t take for granted that your symptoms
Will disappear.