Why won’t you work correctly for me?
You give me thoughts,
Just not the ones I need.
You keep me up every night,
Telling me to be anxious about EVERYTHING;
Racing thoughts at an uncontrollable speed.
You play tricks on me, and tell me lies.
Everyone hates me, trust no one,
Do not believe what I see with my eyes.
You hide words that I need away,
So I search for the right ones.
But you stop me from saying what I need to say
You interfere with the working of my hands,
Stopping messages I send that tell them to work,
Surprised at where my hands land.
You make me feel sick, my stomach upset,
And cause incredible pain in my head.
But alas, you are not done yet.
You leave me in a fog, blurry thoughts;
Sometimes I can’t find my way out,
Like I am trying to escape, but I always get caught.
Thank you for reading my work! I appreciate all reads, hearts, and subscribes. If you would like to read more of my work, click here.
About the Creator
J. Delaney-Howe
Bipolar poet. Father. Grandfather. Husband. Gay man. I write poetry, prose, some fiction and a good bit about family. Thank you for stopping by.
Queer Vocal Voices on Facebook.
Find me on Facebook.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (2)
Fabulous piece, and one I can relate to. Well done.
That was really well done. Your descriptions were so spot on. I feel so many of those things right now with fun hormone changes. Excellent work :)