A little weary I lay my head
down to sleep.
A little dreary my eyes tear
up as I begin to weep.

I weep for the strengths I have
known as mine, only to see them lost.
I weep at the many ways my daily life
  comes with such a cost.

An intruder imposed itself on me
and will not be chased away.
It came after traumas to the head
and it is here to stay.

It regulates the amount of noices
I am capable of hearing in a day.
It regulates the amount of visual impression
I can stand to see on any given day.

When I go out on town or to a show
I am unable to process.
The amount of impression I get can't
be sorted and accessed.

I confess that everyone I see 
look mostly the same to me.
If you nod and smile at me I'm
unable to process who you are to me.

It is a deep sadness not to be the same
as I used to be.
It is also a sadness to know it is a result
of abuse that was inflicted on me.

But there are also blessings that 
I have come to see.
Because now I value life and love
as the most important to me.

I don't have bundles of energy to spend
and there is no way that I can mend.
This intruder called MTBI is here to stay
and it will never in my lifetime go away.