Overtake Me
Janet Kuypers
5/6/19 (during National Anxiety
and Depression Awareness Week)
I can tell no one.
No one understands what I go through;
no one has lived the life I’ve led.
Yes, there were good times,
but the traumas, oh,
sometimes the traumas overtake me.
And I can tell no one.
And yes, the few times
I have gone to a therapist
I have cried,
cried when I thought I was finally over
the things that have tortured me.
But if I’m over them,
why do I struggle still
and why do I feel so alone,
even in a crowded room.
No one want to hear
about a person suffering.
They think that life can’t be that bad,
and they’re convinced
that I’m choosing to ignore
the good things in life.
But when demons haunt you,
it’s hard to look chipper
and think that things are okay.
It’s hard to smile when you walk in the sun,
and you think that this could be the day
a car careens into you, to put you
into that hospital again, where you try
to piec your lifee together.
But since this all started
my life has never been together,
and this I can tell no one.
Even after seeing a doctor
who suggested I could take
anti-depression medication,
I thought of the vegetables I’ve seen
who live on those drugs, and thought, no.
I’d rather feel something,
even if it’s depression,
versus feel a muted nothing instead.
So these are the choices I make,
and these are the battles I take,
and about this, I can tell no one.
Yes, these walls feel like
they’re closing in around me,
but oddly enough, these walls
are the closest thing to me,
and since I’ve got no one
I’m not sure I want to let them go.
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