A passionate journey through the roller-coaster of my mind as I grapple with the challenges of being a mature student, older sister, writer, and mental health survivor.
I will be uploading a new poem every Friday.
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Listen up, you demented fuck,
You baseline parasite.
I've had enough of all your jibes,
Your malice, and your spite.
Do you hear me? You psychotic leech,
I'm sick of all the noise,
You rock up here —
With your squatter's rights,
And use me like your toys.
That's right, I'm in charge,
You nutty psychopath.
Pack your shit and move on out,
Before you feel my wrath.
Fuck off, you mental twat,
You were wrong to think you'd won,
Because I've been plotting your demise,
All while you've been having fun.
So get lost, leave, I never want to see your face.
But, wait a sec before you go — answer me one thing —
What's your name?
Oh that's right...Who gives a fuck?!
P.S: To all my readers, whether you suffer from chronic mental health issues or just have the occasional bad day, this poem is a shout out to you my mental warriors - You are tougher than the demons in your head, now give me your best battle-cry and give mental illness the finger!
