184. Mental Disorder

I have a mental disorder.

Not the kind that you might think,

or that would make you blink.

Yes, I have a kind of disorder.

And that is quite okay, you see, 

because I rather like it that way.

My smile is what’s wrong with me,

as it is something I use every day.

And others may think it’s strange,

but at least it’s what keeps me happy,

no matter what anyone else may say.

My disorder is what keeps me sane.

I keep my mind in a straightjacket,

so that it may never be let free.

That would be quite dangerous, you see,

for all the world does not know me,

and it is probably better that way.

I wouldn’t know what to say.

So yes, I have a mental disorder,

and it made me the person I am today.

You see, though, it’s not really a disorder,

as long as I don’t embrace it that way.

And I’ll one day remove this straightjacket

so others will finally hear what I have to say.