brianna jean zeiger

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. 

 

 

 



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