Septmber â17 - Present day.
What I donât understand is why I feel how I do.
Diagnose me while Iâm writing...
Iâm not sure if I should move.
What will happen? What will I do?
You wouldnât really understand that this is really me writing.
You doctors donât understand.
You easily throw a label on me that you think you can fix.
Two years later? Iâm feeling worse at times but you donât see this?
In my mind itâs madness.
Itâs like this isnât really me.
When Iâm happy, Iâm happy.
When Iâm sad, Iâm sad...
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