Gone, Going, Back Again

The problem arose Last mid-december I became incredibly ill, But the illness was different I was a handicap In the epitome of hell My mind was swollen, It seemed like no one understood My loved ones cried, And I didn't know why, Because I was perfectly fine, Beside the temporary retardation It was one of those pity parties When you begin to believe That you're the only one of your kind The first steps to the answers, Involved the small pills Once, I took them, Handicappness vanished Side effects were horrible But something I put up with Then came the chemicals Injected into me, it was terrible But it could've been worse Soon, I was done with the chemicals And the small pills. My close friends know, They are accepting and supportive, They don't judge, They like me for who I am, They make me feel like one of them And I couldn't ask for more The scars still remain, But they helped me almost forget them They gave me one of the most incredible gifts in the world The gift they gave me, Was the ability, To not judge, Never hold a grudge, To always accept, And to never let, Yourself think, You're on the brink, And when you're in a whirl, It's not the end of the world~