Why do you assume the other Dr’s got it wrong,
Believe me when I say I have lived with this so long,
I know I have some traits of the disorder that you speak,
But I think you’ll find I don’t fit in that box quite so neat.

You think that I go up and down in just one day,
Why do you not listen to the words I try to say,
I do go up and down but it’s for weeks at a time,
Sometimes even months but you don’t see the signs.

I cannot help but wonder why you don’t seem to see,
The times that I “present” are the times that isn’t me,
You’re looking at my illness so you never see me “well”
You think I’m always like that so my story I can’t tell.

I know it’s my self harm that leads you all to think,
“Emotionally unstable” that I live on the brink,
The brink of an outburst, the brink of breaking down,
You don’t see how I function when you are not around.

Increasing medication has helped beyond belief,
I think you are surprised because all you seen was grief,
You only seen the illness when I had lost control,
You stole my self-respect and bruised my heart and soul.

So maybe now you’ll see that I’m not quite what you thought,
Attention seeking drama queen I think you’ll find I’m not,
I don’t want attention I only wanted help,
Put yourself in my shoes and you’d realise what I felt.

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It is story about misconception and misunderstanding. Nice poem.


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