Have I taken myself, my health for granted?
Or I’m I allowing others to do so?
The pain comes from the knowledge
And because I feel it is being used
Against me. You set yourself up
Then you have to pick yourself up
again. No one likes a victim
So, for once I’m going to wait
See how long you will be here
Tormenting me, making fun of me
Hanging around. It’s ok though
If I ignore you, I hope you will grow tired
When you worked hard at your mental health, in the hope of recovery and all you can hear is your own inner voice laughing. I’m so grateful to be past feeling like this for a long while.