Going to therapy
this is supposed to make me happy
I sometimes get very angry
and for me this is a worry
I see a shrink every two weeks
He sit and listens as I speak
I hope this helps me get over
all the worries and paranoia
I have an illness that cannot be seen
by any normal human being
I have post traumatic stress disorder
this is the worst kind of disorder
I try to be normal but my brain wont let me
this makes me tired and angry
sometimes I get a bad depression
As you can see I am making progression!
hopefully I will come out the other end
All happy everything should mend
With this poem I commend
any one who has this disorder
and now the end
tiyler durden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disorder/
