Wearing Our Labels With Pride

We label not only ourselves but others. Multiple personality, schizophrenic, bi-polar. Everyone fights for a seat at the Asperger table. We all want to become something special. Downing our valium and lithium pills at an alarming rate. We are shaky and unsteady now; fuzzy thinking but content. Because we have our labels, wearing them prominently. Stamping our skin with tattoos of truth and valor. We convince ourselves we are unique When in fact, we are but a pack of minions all vying for the same labels, heading toward a sleepless night Anxiety compounded upon anxiety thanks to our ridiculous addiction to the news Turn off the murders and rapes; we don’t need them! But wait, maybe we do …. to justify our labels.