Get over it.

As if it were a hill I could climb. Get over it,
As if I could jump high enough to reach the other side. Get over it,
As if I could, because I would, but I can't. Get over it.

There are excuses I could make but more often they are already said by people who use my disorder as their shortcut.
So I end up cut short when I admit what plagues me because they say to me,
it's just an excuse.
Everyone is a little crazy. Get over it.

These days I find myself believing that everyone feels the way I do.
Because everyone has s*** they're going through.
But as everyone gets over what held them back.
I'm stuck here to face the facts that I can't just get over it.
This isn't a hurdle or a bridge. This isn't a crack on the sidewalk.
This is me. Something I cannot change.

Joke about it, sure. I'll get over it.
Just as you would get over someone reducing you to anything less than your approximated value.
I don't expect you to understand what I'm going through because you don't have to.
And something's you won't understand.
So get over it, because you can.