I wrote this several years ago, when I had first been diagnosed and my family really didn’t want to accept it. They kept pushing me to go to college and get a career, do all the things I’d planned to do before I got sick--putting a lot (or so I saw it at the time) of pressure on me to be ‘normal’. I’ve since revised my opinion, but back then I was rather pissed off, and this is what came of it.

Don’t ask me what I want to be

Or where I want to go

Don’t ask me what is in my mind--

Hell, even I don’t know

I’m not your perfect child

I’m not your little doll

Don’t say you know what’s best for me

Don’t think you know it all

I’ll never be ‘successful’

But I know I can get by

The only things I’ll ever build

Are castles in the sky

I do not wish to change the world

I have no noble mission

Don’t say there’s something wrong with me

Because I’ve no ambition

It’s not because I’m stupid

Or even ’cause I’m lazy

I’m not exactly over-bright

But mostly I’m just crazy

So don’t believe I’ll ever be

A strong and wealthy lady

Don’t think I’ll have a loving husband

Or a perfect baby

Don’t tell me I’ll outgrow it

Don’t say it’s just a phase

Don’t stare at me and act surprised

--You know I have bad days

If you say you love me

You’ll try to understand

This isn’t something that will pass

It’s just the way I am.