Some Kind of Therapy

This illness is real
I have been taunted
Written about
By those who
Will never understand
But only we know
How this feels
To be flying high in the sky
Then without warning
Plummeting to the ground
To only be greeted
With nausea of an upset mind

I’m sure people
Who have no idea
Laugh
Snicker, and
Jeer
At those of us
Who are said
To not have it
All up there
But what good
Does that do?
It just shows how
Insecure they are
And makes them
Look like a fool
When we are
The ones suffering
From the lack of tools