Crying In Class
I'm jealous of the people
Who never freak out!
I'm jealous of the people
Who only cry at books
And movies, and not in class!
I know I am so, so lucky
To have great family
And to only have a
Mild mental health problem.
But a mild mental health problem
Still makes you the outcast, the
Only one crying and I don't even
Know what my problem is
Or if it even matters
Or if there's a
Way to treat it.
It's not depression!
I'm too happy for
That.
(Which I am also
lucky for.)
But it's something!
Something that
Makes me
Cry.
In class.
I don't understand it!
Nobody understands it!
My mind just
spirals down,
I am lost
in the
trail
of
life.
Sometimes I think
maybe I could
finally make a difference
by leaving the world and
donating
all
of
my
clothes.
It's what the What's Up counselor
Called 'extreme, periodic sadness'.
My mind is not always a
Safe place to be.