From a child to a psychiatrist

Volume 13 Issues 1 January, 2023

Dear doctor,

It’s not easy to be me,

Who is neither heard nor seen.

People say I’m disabled,

But that’s not what I feel, I think I’m differently abled.

I surely don’t know, what 35+26 results into,

But I indeed know, where love and helping hands can lead me to.

I like corners, because there I’m not judged from all 4 side.

I like to live in my thoughts, because there I don’t need to hide.

This world is so scary, I’m looked down every moment.

My heart races, my handshakes and I’m in torment.

They say, I’m not strong enough to survive this world’s brutality

These words do not make me want to live in reality.

This real world is so black and white

Once try to peep into my world, it’s so colorful and bright.

But now my inner world has also started to betray me

They too comment on my actions and belittle me.

It’s not just in the head, it’s not the choice

How to make them believe, it’s not just inner voice but noise

A noise which screams louder than my self esteem

Making this life, like one of the dreaded dreams

This life is suffocating, please set me free

I’ve heard that you have magic pills, give me some it’s my plea.

I want to talk to someone; can you be my friend?

And listen to my story till the end.