In the maze of my mind,
There is this dark thing
That follows me around.
It changes hats, periodically.
Sometimes it’s anxiety,
Sometimes it’s depression,
Sometimes it’s hypomania.
All of the time it feels like
A heavy weight pushing me down.
It cringes at new experiences,
Full of worry.
It wonders if I will make it
Through today.
It hurts and it cries,
And it whines and complains.
Oh, how lovely
To have a mental illness!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 