It’s unfortunate you had to know my sorrow.
You saw the bitter-most fragments of me.
In the midst of my agony,
A spiraling decline of the utmost proportions-
Your needs were overlooked.
Depression wreaked havoc on me-
My mind- I lived in isolation-
Alone on that island,
Far from the grimaces of strangers.
Anxiety, the sister of my dreadful affliction-
She paralyzed me,
Tormented me with noise and unrest.
I’m haunted by my lack of engagement.
I cried out and was denied,
I cried out but hid my tears.
You saw the invisible scars inside of me.
You reaped the consequences of my sorrow.
A childhood restricted by a mother’s afflictions.