My gift and my curse
My mind. It will forever be my gift and my curse. My gift Because it allows me to think To have clarity To create To discuss To feel To be me. But it's my curse Because it makes my head spin It can make me sick It can make me want to scream It can make me want to drop everything and run And this will forever for me to bear. I always assumed that it would get better as I grew older. And although it did get slightly better, it is not because I was older. It's just that as you grow older, you learn to handle it better. You learn to cope and it's something you'll have to keep learning Because triggers will continue to change So coping mechanisms always has to evolve too. And this is just my life. And I will continue to do my best.