Tattered and worn with age and “progression”
They scream for their right to mental illness
Forgiveness not warranted
When blind to fault
We are not sick! We do not need change!
Accept us! We are born this way!
Love conquers all!
Love twisted with misuse
A definition warped in time
We don’t need help
And they are wrong and right
All in one thought
The ones who are meant to help
So wrapped in their selfish desires
That they make you sicker in your illness
For personal gain