This is a poem I wrote before I was diagnosed. I'm getting better little by little. I just wanted to share this with you all. Thank you.

My mind races, rages, circling
up...down....in between
being happy, sad, confused, numb.

Sometimes I don't want to wake up
I don't want to see the sun.

It's hard to explain, difficult to see.
Is the whole world full of hate?
Or is it just me?

I don't know what it is to be 'normal'
I don't see past today.

I wish these thoughts would leave me
I want them to go away.

Is there a demon amongst us?
Or is the demon me?

Is everyone safe?
From the demon they cannot see?

What does it want?
Where will it go?

Am I imagining these things?
I do not know.

I have been called a crazy, psycho *****

I can't turn these feelings off, there is no magic switch.

I'm looking forward to the day when I enjoy life again
Never to look back on my inner demon.

Until that day comes, I will continue to fight
Until my nights are calm and my days are more bright.