Sick Minds

Sometimes I forget how this mind of mines works.
The concert on the roof of my head is concerning.
A concert of depression constantly orchestrates
trouble within the walls of my head.
Taking over my life without lesson.
I'm unable to go left nor right.
In my head, it feels like a whirlpool tossing
thinking round and round.
What gathered thoughts left, picked apart and
salvaged, I struggle wit the norm.  Still complex
issues topple my world yet no one recognizes my......
cry.
bare feet.
filthy clothes.
cuts.
endless bags.
medication.
but I do remember my appointment with the doc for
he shall continue where we left off last session,
committing me.