Poems for the mentally ill

What's wrong with me?

~ Feeling un-normal ~

Whats wrong with me, is it BPD? or am i

just manipulating it too be. They say i'm

good at that you see, 'manipulating thee'

until i get what i want and i need.

Whats wrong with me, maybe anxiety?

or maybe everyone feels the same.

Is it lame too hide in my room all day,

denying all their requests too go out and

play? and is it okay too identify as gay?

Whats wrong with me, definitely not obesity

when i starve for days on end and you can see

my bones when i bend. I'd like too say it's normal,

too throw up a spoonful, but its definitely not when

you can see my teeth rot.

Whats wrong with me, I've lost reality. They say that

girl is not real, but i can hear her squeal, they say it's

all in my head, but i didn't wake up in this bed! Where

am i i'm lost, it's the governments cost, they've implanted

a chip and that's why i'm lost.

What's wrong with me, i cannot breath. My mind

becomes fogged and my words get clogged, I know

that i'm scared but i'm not sure what of. I can't go outside

without loosing my sight, ending up at home alone again

for weeks too seek peace with no end.

I go too a doctor, tell them what i feel and find myself

caught in a hospital ward. No no, i don't need this, i just

need a year of therapy please. Your brain is not well, your

heart fails too swell. We'll make you feel less of a mess,

or just less. We'll drug you too the point you don't know

who you are and then send you home like a freshly fixed

car.

Whats that? She's dead? Never would have guessed,

if only she'd asked for help. Listen Mr doctor, you should

have know better than too send her away from her home.

This is your fault, her blood is on on your hands, if only

you'd understand. We are not crazy, nor are we lazy, just a

little bit misunderstood.