I’m fighting in a war, and I might just lose.
Between me and my mind, not any of you.
You all try to help, but there is really no point.
No meds, no shrinks, nothing can save me.
The battle rages on after so many years.
It’ll never end until my troops are conquered.
There is no chance that I’ll ever win.
I’ll put on a smile and hope for the best.
Please just bear with me, I can’t handle this stress.
By: Ostie Jennette

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