Am I Going To Be Okay?

I solemnly look pretty
I throw my hands against walls when I have an episode
I take three pills of Risperidone every day
There are times I want to leave everyone I love
While there are days I want to kiss everyone on the mouth

My disease is uncontrollable
It expands and retracts through the hours
It consumes my mind
Begging to be alone
So I can be left to my own vices
And hurt anything that’s good

These eyes you love
Don’t love you at 9:12 PM
They’re too busy
Seeing things on walls
That don’t exist
The ear you pull hair behind
Doesn’t want to hear you close
It’s overwhelmed
By the static noise ringing

I think we all wish it would stop
It’s just another day in my head

Reviews

[Chris]

The reality within this one literally means I DON'T want to pity you... and won't. You have by any God believed in have it raw and hard... but you ARE facing and dealing as only you can. And if this poem wasn't real - you DO have a real understanding of what gets faced 24/7.

I do think you are "becoming" the person you are meant to be.