I am disabled.
Handicapped.
Or semi-able.
The organ in question is very important.
Without it the body could not function.
Yet even in this state I am still alive.
The chemicals in my brain fire haphazardly
and so my mental health deteriorates.
Yet even so
no one believes me
when I say I need help
to combat the crushing depression.
The usual response
“just exercise more”
or “just go do it!”
When the brain backfires
doing “it”
is no longer an option.
Saturn's Premier Poet 