For some reason
Unbeknownst to me,
My brain and body are considered
Open-to-commentary
To those around me.
Unprompted, unwelcome and unhelpful
Advice is offered by people who
Think they know
How to take care of these physical
Pieces of myself
More than I do.

I've lived with my brain
My entire fucking life.
I dragged it through years of therapy,
And will have to do it all over again.
I know how my brain works.
I know its boundaries.
I know what things it refuses to do;
These conclusions come after YEARS
Of trying to find a loophole around these
Blocks.
At some point,
You have to admit defeat
And acknowledge these flaws,
Lest you become insanity personified.

I've also lived in my body my entire life.
I'm the one that has to drag it to
Every appointment,
Blood test,
MRI,
Echocardiogram,
ECG,
and EEG.
I have to lug this meatsuit around
Every day
And ensure it is capable of meeting
Basic requirements for life.

But, sure,
Cheryl,
Tell me more about how
I just need to try a...