A Moment Of Silence For All The Best Friends You'll Never Meet

Mental Illness

I don't know who I am.
I feel empty and strange
as I watch the time pass
and do meaningless things.

In person, I am weird.
Standoffish and shy.
Sometimes even sarcastic
because I don't know how to act around people.

My body doesn't belong to me.
I feel disconnected.
Reality seems fake
like a movie passing on the screen.

I do what I have to do.
I try to be organized.
But nothing works
and I feel like a mess.

When it gets hard, I read.
Listen to music and make art.
I loose myself in the imaginary
and, finally, I feel alive.

I am what I love, not who loves me.
Happiness arrives.
Time passes faster.
What I do gains a purpose.

Anonymously, I am joyful.
Funny and fun to be around.
I meet people like me
and around them, I can be myself.

My body is a part of me.
I feel anchored.
What is fake feels real
behind my computer screen.

I do what makes me happy.
I forget the organization.
Oddly, that works
and I feel realized.

But those days pass.
Responsibilities come.
I get back to real life
and, once again, I feel empty.