Dark Thoughts

Pain

You told me over and over again, "You need to get better. Your not getting better!"

And I told you over and over and over again "I am getting better. I am better than I was when we first met. It doesn't happen overnight. I can do it just give me more time I'm getting better."

You shook your head and angrily shouted, "You are not! Your fooling around and not making improvements! If you cared more you'd be better by now! By now!"

I looked at you, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do with myself. I thought I had been getting better. I know I had.

But why can't you see it?

Am I not good enough?

Was it taking too long for you?

You wouldn't know of course how bad my mind works.

You never did have anxiety about anything.

And somehow I am paying for it.