Disorder

June 8th, 2017

I’m trapped in anxiety
Wrapped in it’s allure
I want to be saved
But I don’t need your cure
I’m falling to pieces
My adhesive won’t hold
All my cards are laid out
And you want me to fold
The whole world is spinning
I plant my feet to the ground
I look around for help
But you’re nowhere to be found
Why do you do this to me
You know who I am
But I’ll sit by myself
And take my citalopram

Be A Doll

June 7th, 2017

I’m trapped in my mind
It’s not a great place
You might think I’m happy
Because I lie through my face
I can’t think clearly
I have a disease
I fake being happy
And do as you please
You did this to me
You made me this way
You might be my mother
But I’m not for display