The things they never tell you
It's like being underwater
Like the weight of the world crashing
Down in the form of anxiety

The things they never tell you
It's like you can't hear anything real
Trapped in a box fueled by paranoia
And fear of what happens if you break it

The things they'll say
Music is quieter and colors are duller
That everything other than survival
Becomes a distant memory

The things they'll say
It's harder to smile, harder to laugh,to be
Harder to feel, to think, to breathe, to relax
All true too not that you ever believed them

As you awake
There's clarity, physical, emotional, mental
Like a camera shifting back to focus
In a way not thought possible not since…

As you awake
You realize this is what right feels like
Quieter than mania louder than sadness
Not a cacophony of noise or lack of

In your earliest years of memory
You felt this bright, hopeful, kind feeling
That you until now thought only existed
Because of your own fragile naivety

But, now, as you rest
And that feeling start to flicker on
The world that spun madly on without you
With one less light, starts to feel real again