A little poem I'd like to call "Giving the Finger to Mental Illness"

You’ve taken enough from me.

You’ve taken it for so long.

You’ve stood in my way at life’s twists and turns.

It’s time for you to be gone.

Dreams are no good if they’re only dreams.

What’s the point of life without living?

It’s time to soar, time to be free,

Time for life to start giving.

You’ve weighed me down for too long now.

You’ve taken too much of my time.

You’ve made me be less than I could have been,

You’ve made me burst into rhyme.

I still can be great, I still have a chance.

Not for anyone else, but for me.

Not because I want to be better,

But because I long to be free.

So I’m putting you far behind me.

The past is the past and it’s true;

I’m stronger than you and I’m not holding back,

I’m much better off without you.