I am more than the messes I've made
More than the causes I've lost
Though broken I have been
I find my own way
I'm not just a mess
Or a cause to give up
I make my worth now
My anxiety tries to tell me I'm wrong
It cuts my confidence like a hot knife through butter
But I don't let it win any longer
I am now armed with tools to build walls and weapons to wage war on my doubts
Where once I would have fallen
Now my army picks me up
They carry me thr ough the battlefield of my mental illness
