You can meet me for the first time,
And think you have good perception;
But, you'd better think twice;
I may change my reflection.

I don't have much control;
Over what comes out of my mouth;
Nor, does my common-law husband;
From the South.

Recently, my head does fill;
And, I must let it out;
For, I am mentally ill;
There is no doubt.

I'm so happy a healthy outlet;
I have found;
Because I have so many feelings;
I think I've drowned.

Only I know; 
What's best for me;
It is a process of work;
And discovery.

I love that my brain;
Is free to run with glee;
A lot of that I owe;
To not watching TV.