To Me, the hardest part was and is
Learning that what I have has a Name
That they all have Names
And I will always remember them

The First is Depression
It makes Me feel cold
Even in the Summer
I hate it so much…
I wish You could understand

It's like wanting to Love,
But only feeling Despair
Then You associate the two
And in Realty, feel neither

The Second is Anxiety
It makes Me retreat inside
Sometimes it's silent, unnoticed by others
I can't speak or I speak too fast
My heart races, as does my Mind

It's always having doubt,
No matter how times You're told
That Your Life matters
But You know it doesn't…

The Third is Dissociation
I experienced it through childhood
And still seldom in the Present
I can't remember parts of My Past
And if I do, are they True?
Who was I then, who am I now?

I can hardly See Myself anymore
The reflection in the mirror is not Me
There is no familiarity,
Not even in His eyes, it's just a disguise…

These are just three parts of Me
That constantly impact My Life
I struggle even when You don't see
Even when I take the pills



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