A somber soliloquy,
spoken to a room full of suffering patients.
An invisible illness,
identified by unusual behavior.
Hospitalized for being unable to function.
A simple soliloquy of confident contemplation.
Not a soul understood the pressure
to be positive in a pessimistic place.
Parading myself in misery
and the powerful desire
to triumph over this disorder.
My mind wandered to grant my wishes,
even if they were hallucinations.
I've spoken to the dead in the depths of my mind,
took advice from no one.
