I have a disease called schizoaffective disorder
Which means my brain is on the border
Of falling off the edge
and not landing in a hedge
All thought this rhyme will be a little weird
I wont crawl away and disappear
I have some educating to do
and this I cannot do without being true
Schizoaffective disorder
Like I said leaves you on the border
Of being happy and sound
But also leave you blue and down
I have tried to educate you
and not leave you, but only if you knew
How harsh a disease this is
I hope you re read this, and reminisce
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Tiyler, It doesn't matter what you have. It is who you are inside. You a good person so remember that. I been going through a depression the last year, I am just starting to move forward. It is hard but I am a person who cares about people and that's all that matters. What you have or don't have doesn't make you who you are inside. Just be strong and remember your a good person. So don't worry about what you have. Excellent poem. Take care.