Finding Myself Poem by briahnna foster

Go to therapy they say
It will help they say
Taking so many pills I'm starting to think they don't work
I've ghosted my psychiatrist like a bad boyfriend
Stopped the pills like I was addicted
I have so many scares I've lost count
Should I start again? Will they notice?
I cry myself to sleep most nights
I look for a new reason to keep going
I ended up finding more reasons to let go
I don't know who I am, and you don't believe me

You need to get out of the house
Make friends
Go to parties
Make plans
That's what they all tell me
I want to scream, cry, yell at everyone
I want them all to hear me loud and clear when I say I can't!
I want them to understand
to believe me, to trust me. to be there for me.
Just be here with me, for me while I find myself, please?