I was put into this body without a say,
I was given this mind without a second choice.
Taught how to live by my parents so I can one day be off on my own,
I never asked to live,
But here I am,
I am breathing.
There isn’t much I can do about it.
I was born with love and compassion in my heart for others but all my hate is for myself.
Mental disorders piled high, weighing me down, like a ball and chain on my mind.
Anorexia, Bulimia, Depression, Anxiety, Bipolar, OCD.
And all I see myself as,
Is a problem.
I see myself as everything I was diagnosed with.
But I have to live with it.
I have to live with the agonizing thoughts that scatter my mind without a second of peace.
Everything I was born with was not a choice,
But the choice I have is if I live one more day.
The choice I have is attempt recovery and have a quality of life.
The choice I have is to love everyone and show kindness that I wish I could give myself.
I have a choice to see everyday as a blessing and appreciate the world around me.
I have a choice to be happy.