Sick

What do you do with bad news?

With the blues.

When life’s throwing you punches

You’re battered and bruised.

If you’re me

You grieve and grieve and grieve

but only on the inside

so no one else sees.

Wait, you’re more courageous than that,

you’re a badass.

Fuck that noise

you’re as strong as one of the boys.

How much can one take though?

Don’t think about it. Push through.

Thought it’d get better, keeps getting worse.

Don’t feel like livin’ if life’s just a curse.

Self-advocacy is a grand ole thing,

nobody’s gonna fight for me but me.

And when they try to diminish,

make me feel like I’m nothing,

after I wallow in that for a minute

I’ll show them with whom they’re fucking.

Discriminate, placate me like a baby,

work me like a slave

until I seize out and then maybe,

pretend there’s nothing wrong.

Oh please. You can’t save me.

When I fight for my rights

say I’m too young to be unhealthy,

but when I try to work

punish me for not excelling.

And if I say that’s absurd

make me wait YEARS, unpaid,

to request a Judge’s Hearing.

DENY DENY DENY the truth

until I prove I’m worthy.

Adversity has overwhelmed me

I wonder if I’ll ever know normality.

My self-confidence sometimes a mask in self-defense,

so you don’t see how broken I really am,

it’s all a pretense.

Don’t wanna leave it gloomy

but it’s been a shit day.

It’s also not changing any time soon

sorry, don’t know what else to say…