It's not a
Fad
Or
Something to be
Jealous of.

It's not a
Style
Or
Something to
Flaunt.

It's a sickness,
It's simple.
An unbalanced
Brain.

It's a sickness,
With cures.
And believe it or not,
You won't ever
Be alone.

Don't hide in this thing,
This ten-letter word
That means nothing
Except a
Sickness.

Don't think of yourself
As above the rest,
Because you're on seven pills
A day
Or more.

So
Am
I.

This
Girl
You
Don't
Even
Know.

You are not alone,
You shall -never- be alone.

It's not a fad.
It's not a style.
It is serious.
It is real.
Don't let it rule you,
Don't let it consume you.
It's not worth pretending.
And it's never an excuse.

You are not alone.