choices

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.