therapy

piecing together honesty
collecting memories I look them over
if I was honest no matter what life is good

even the painful need
it expresses itself so poignantly
beautiful loneliness gives me perspective
I'm that much more grateful for you

emptiness tells me I need to invest
my time with people I care for
anger is hot topic with me
I'm still learning how to deal with letting it go

spending time looking at the positive
I'm a pessimist or a realist

my madness is a tricky thing
it's what distresses me the most
one bad episode and all the good is cancelled out

I lose my memory and my anger rises
then I am mean to people I care about
I do my best to combat the symptoms
but it deceives insanity is wily

I will continue to battle it
this is where I try to keep it
safely tucked in my pages
it's more than my imagination
it's my therapy