Filling Our The Forms Poem by Matthew Holloway

They line up in pages
With question after question
Collating scores as they go
A self assessed diagnosis
To credit my mental health
Or perhaps lack of it
I see it coming now
In ink and print
That of which I've lied
Hid away from myself
I drink too much, fact
Think less of myself
Than perhaps is healthy to do so
How I find certain situations
Socially toxic to sleep
How I mask my problems
In drunken solitude
Forms like these are painful
To read and complete
But they are a necessity
If I wish to save me