It is a hard thing to discuss
How you feel.
Especially if a fuss
Is the last thing you need.
Sometimes you're fine.
And that's that.
No need to whine
Or complain.
Sometimes you're sad.
And that can end one of two ways.
You can talk about the thing and be glad
It's out of your system.
Or you can lock it away,
Let it decay.
Fester until something black
Becomes something grey.
Sometimes you're annoyed,
And try to avoid
People. Or the question in general.
Anger is something worse.
It can come from frustration,
Which leads to an obligation
To be silent. Or explosive.
It's a roll of the dice, with a permanent
Snake eyes.
It can come from sadness,
When it has driven you to madness
From continuous cries
No one hears.
It can come from guilt,
Having done something to tilt
And topple your image.
If people know,
It will feel like a continuous blow.
If they don't,
The guilt will grow.
There is no winning.
And sometimes, you're empty.
And then it's the hardest.
Because no answer
Is adequate
"Are you ok?"
I don't know.
A/N: I'll do four parts for now, but if I gain a few reads I'll write more and update more continuously. Stay strong, anyone struggling with mental illness :)
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Monsters
Poetry"A bunch of poems about mental illness" didn't sound great as a title, but that's basically what this is. This is my first book and I honestly just wrote these in my notes app, went "Screw it," and posted them. If these don't correlate to specific e...
