The Classroom

I cannot explain how my disorders work.

They are like a high school classroom

Every disorder has its own personality

The anxiety is the nerd in the back,

waiting for the next punch to come.

silently watching everyone’s moves,

Trying to get through the day,

Avoiding the beating and bruising.

Now we meet Depression,

She is the cheerleader.

She uses guys to fill the emptiness,

Trying to temporarily block the pain away.

She knows it won’t work,

But she must try anyways.

We also have to meet OCD,

He is the one who cannot speak.

Constantly picking out all the flaws,

Trying to make them perfect,

Just slowly making them worse.

He cannot focus on anything else,

Only on how much he hates he is not perfect.

Last but not least, Eating Disorder,

She is the one no one notices.

Always has her headphones in,

Avoiding the growl from deep within.

No one notices she has a problem,

Only notices she doesn’t speak.

No one cares to ask if she is okay,

Only is there when it is convenient for them.