Changed

What am I to do?
The little things are lost to me.

I find solace and connection -
You say, “No!”
For my protection.

I can’t just sit and stare - my mind’s a lair,
Of endless notions and silly questions.

So what’s so wrong if I’m occupied?
When it keeps the bad off my mind.

You say it bothers you,
Yet you don’t know why.

Which do you prefer?
A moment of peace or for me to cry?

It’s a lie when you say you think I’m normal.

We both know I'm not the same.
We both know I’ve changed.

I can’t enjoy the little things,
Or really anything, anymore...
Not like before.

Author's Note

Written just after my release from the hospital nearly two years ago, when I was able to properly think and write again. It was inspired with an argument i had with my mother about my new obsessive behavior and how I was affected and changed upon my experience at the hospital.

6/20/15

Reviews

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This is just sad. I feel for this person so much at the moment. " I can't enjoy the little thing" that verse tugged at my heart big time. It is a wonderful piece but sad at the same time. N.

[T. Edana Talbott]

Thank you, kindly, N