Familiar Conversation

I know one day I'll make it and I know it won't be long, I know one day you'll realise that you really got me wrong, I'll hold my head up high for I know that you will see, I am so much more than what this illness stole from me. You thought you'd worked me out as you'd met my "type" before, You didn't try to hide that my excuses were a bore, "Take responsibility"...believe me I stand by, Every single action and every tear I cry. You read my notes but this is now and that was then, Another "presentation" you think "Here we go again" You don't stop to realise that albeit this it true, I long to get off this merry-go-round, I just need some help from you. "Borderline Personality" it seems you all agree, I admit that I do see many traits of it in me, I beg you though to look a little further and beyond, This is more than "personality" ...something else is wrong! You think I'm in denial but I assure you I am not, It feels like i'm the patient that the NHS forgot, "Breakdown in communication" that old familiar line, At what end was the breakdown because I know it wasn't mine! For now I'll keep on fighting but I wish we were a team, Then you wouldn't apprehend that all's not as it seems, I know one day I'll make it for I will not give in, It seems you underestimate the strength I hold within