Convincing

I am you, but different.

But you said, even at our most stringent 

we still struggle to do anything.

Ah, I guess that is true.

I am you, but cheerier.

Yet you spiral down the well and cry easier

and depression haunts at your door.

Well, that is fair, I suppose.

I am you, but diagnosed.

Your pills aren’t taken and you let your mind coast

And the things we wish to do are still left undone.

I - Stop fighting with me.

I am you, but- I want to be happy.

No one said you couldn’t be

Except voices you think matter.

No, You have said it, repeatedly.

 I am you, but the better version.

Say it again and with conviction

for the only one you haven’t convinced yet

Is yourself.