Mental Illness

Living the life with mental illness, there is a stillness, like waiting for

a pin to drop, I don't feel on top, it's like eating slop, a

misunderstanding with a cop

Why is there stigma, it is an enigma, something cannot explain,

exists in the brain, I've tried to cut my veins, on my shirt left a stain

A fifty one fifty, can be shifty, would state I am harmful, while I am

helpful, that is delightful, while I am thoughtful

In the hospital I don't understand, It's like quicksand, sinking in the

abyss, feelings to dismiss, to again feel bliss, nothing to reminisce

Why does it come by surprise, you'd think I'd get wise, when the

feelings arise, that I always despise, comes in a disguise