Mental Illness

I write because I am sick.Because there's this little voice in my head that doesn't let me speak.This "thing" controls me.It digs its claws deep inside of me and whispers thoughts of persuasions.This thing is aggressive.It screams obscenities at me when I disobey it.

How did I let myself be controlled by the dictator in my mind?How did I let my mental illness consume me?I don't remember giving it consent.What happened to "no means no" and "yes means yes"?I guess that doesn't apply to imbalanced chemicals.It's eroding my thoughts.Pushing my goodness and rationality into the corner,Drawing blood when I try to speak up.

This thing.This voice.It's awful.It's a downward spiral determined to bring me to my end.

They say it's all in my head.I guess maybe they're right.But who says I have the option to fight against it?