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A Childhood

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I was born into a household many might call
Rich, easy, loving
Two parents still very much in love
Two annoying yet loved older siblings
And a caring, cuddly, fluffy dog

Rich... Not exactly, but I couldn't complain
Easy... Not really, I was and am pushed to work harder,
Be better,
Good grades, attitude, manners
Loving... Yes, though the occasional smacks takes me away from that sometimes

All in all a pretty nice life
Until it wasn't

Losing my father at age 12
Suddenly
Unexpectedly
To a heart attack

Finding comfort in fists connecting with walls
And Sharp objects meeting flesh

Being sent to a therapist
Diagnosis?
PTSD, ADHD, Bipolar, Anxiety, Depression
My own personal messed up, mixed up cocktail of the mind

Add a psychiatrist and
Cue medication trials

Adderall - Shaking like a heroin addict without a fix

Strattera - Driven near to committing suicide

Zoloft - Good enough till the mood swings got worse

Lamictal - Added to Zoloft it seems to work...
Most of the time
But potentially lethal if stopped cold turkey?
That's one way to make sure you keep taking it

Middle school bullying morphs into high school drama
Grades steadily worsening
Finding a job, losing a job
At least when I came out it went pretty smoothly

Finally got my license
Third time's the charm they say

Mom;s got a boyfriend
He's alright
Cept when I hear things late at night
Can't get my headphones in fast enough
Don't sleep in a room next to your parents
Unless it's soundproof

Present day
Still searchin' for a job
Hopin' to make it into a college I WANT to go to
Still coverin' up scars
Placing a smiling mask over a frown
Crossin' my fingers
Praying that after childhood
Things will actually start to look up
A bit similar to another piece of mine. Written for a Spoken Word class prompt.

Comments? Criticisms?
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charmsheart0559's avatar
It's a little more like angsty prose than a poem, but it's not bad writing.

I'm on zoloft, it doesn't do much for what it's supposed to.
But I sort of understand what you're saying,
just from an opposite view. I know that made little sense- and my apologies that I cannot put it to different more inteligiable wording