When I was an infant,

Unmindful and unobservant,

My brain was captured by you, a flashing invader.

I didn't know who you were but definitely an outsider.

I came to know about you at eight.

And asked my parents to illuminate.

You are a chronic brain disorder,

Which cause me recurring seizure.

You crawled inside and took control over me.

Flooded my emotions abruptly and unsettled my thoughts.

Jerked the body and distorted my vision.

Was this your mission?

Rapid heart rate and sweating,

Ah! The muscles tightening.

Insensible words and dizziness.

Why this kind of craziness?

Involuntary movement and loss of bladder.

Hallucinations and flushed face.

Blackouts and Numbness.

People call it all as madness.

I was unconscious yet conscious

With no warning at all, I felt myself fall.

The feeling of despair, thinking...

Why it happened to me at this age? It's not fair.

You gave me butterflies.

Yup! But in stomach.

It felt like a Déjà vu.

Do you know how this world sees me through?

Your trauma was not limited.

It further exceeded.

You took my moments away.

It affected my studies and schooling days.

I was being mistreated

and constantly ridiculed.

I tried to have a helping hand

But no one did their best to be my friend.

Why should I drop my head in shame?

People... It’s not a bad deed or a game.

In the shadows of day and night.

I'll be a looser if I wouldn't fight.

You attacked me again and again

After experiencing the pain.

But I observed, you low-down my stress.

Weird, isn't it? Its true, nevertheless!

I tried to understand the Almighty's plan,

To surrender me in the safe hand.

You are complex, you are partial

But sometimes beneficial.

You bewildered and belittled me.

But I understood your vulnerability.

Calmly and cleverly, I attacked you without any army.

Eventually, I got my victory.

I overpowered you, Yay!

Now, I will use you as a tool to pave my way.

I'm strong enough to control myself.

Learning and knowing my inner-self.

Thank you for depressing me.

You're the aid to my anxiety.

I'm happy for what I have been through.

What I'm now, it’s because of you.

But now, you're receiving rigorous depressant.

I can observe your obsolescent.

I'm in agony and suffering, not because of you.

But thinking that you'll not be with me anymore.