Poorly Brain Poem by Donna Saphier

Should I get dressed, what can I wear
Nothing seems to fit
I'm so fed-up and quite stressed out
You see, that this is it

I talk to myself all day long
I think I'm going mad
My brain is pretty poorly
In-fact it's pretty sad

I used to be an addict
It's played havoc with my brain
And I am quite upset you see
I'll never be the same

It really is quite scary
What a fool I've been
All the damage I have caused
Obviously went unseen

When I go to bed at night
I cry myself to sleep
Scared of what is going on
The damage run's so deep

So when I'm in my bed tonight
Confessing all my sins
I hope God answers sweetly
And says every loser wins.