So Much More

They say this is a disorder.
I say it's a fatal disease,
because I'm sure
it'll be the death of me.

They say this is a disorder.
I say it's like a cancer
that spreads to every part of my life,
making it hard to survive.
First, it slowly kills my family.
Then, it takes away my friends.
They can't stay to help me,
because they just don't understand.

They say this is a disorder.
I say it's like a curse,
because all you can do is wonder
what your life would be worth
if you could function like them,
or if he could fully understand.
How much more could I do
if I didn't have all this to go through?
I wonder how much better I'd be
if I didn't have this controlling me.

They say this is a disorder.
I say it's so much more.
More than medical terms I don't understand.
More than so many different doses of medicines.
More than books that can't quite explain
what it feels like to have gone insane.

They say this is a disorder
and that I'd be just fine.
That I will get through this
and to just give it time.
They say with the right pills
I can get through this, and I will.
I say it's so much more
than a disorder to me.