Living the Illness
Addle-minded, weak in the head
Or taken by the bottle is sometimes said
Cannot be trusted, keep him in sight
Lock all your medicines in a cabinet tight
Do not trust his judgment he is easily confused
And he seems to forget the substances he abused
Constant reminders of behaviors, not of me
Growth constantly made, but people choose not to see
A day at a time, living the best that I can
Living with the illness, I am just a man
I am called bipolar, alcoholic, addict by family and scores
I am a father, writer, man with an illness, who a little girl adores
I made a bed to lay in and so I do accept the doubt
Yet it would be nice if others saw my actions carry some clout
I do not react in anger, for the ignorant just cannot see
I will not waste my time trying to convince when I know the real me
Mental illness is no one’s fault and it does not define ones’ being
Judge us not by our past misdeeds, but by what you are really seeing
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