stigma attempt

Stick me with your stigma,
Whether because I'm an addict,
Or the manic-depressive...

And I struggle, and I fight,
With my mind's negativity
Or with the chaos
I unwillingly have to face.

I may have these diseases,
But I am so much more than them...

For some reason,
I'm crying as I type this -
But it feels like
An air irritant cry,
Void of any emotion.

I don't feel the words flow,
I tire of slumping in the chair,
So I think I'll do some stretches,
And sleep in my bed that's still so bare.