I clentch my jaw
I grind my teeth
I know they saw
And i still cant sleep.

I hear them talking
I see the glares
I just keep walking
As I pull my hair.

Is there something wrong with me
Something I cant mend
Something I just cant see
A clear message I will send.

Then I sleep for many days
No motivation at all
No more running this maze
Sit and watch as I fall.

People get the wrong idea
They push me until I cry
Someday I will end up like Tia
Its there turn when I die.

Ill be helped someday
I hope its not to late
I dont know what the'll say
I have a feeling its my fate.

My body is clean of a thing called dope
I don't need drugs to make me high
Mental illness is what i have and try to cope
And this is a thing called a natural high.