Poetry on Mental Illness being acknowledged.
What is this obsession with always being happy?
You ask me how I am?
I am just supposted to say great, while along the way traumas trap my door?
What is this obsession with keeping it together?
We are weak for asking for help?
What is this obsession with seclusion?
When we feel, we are supposted to just pretend?
Well I’m done pretending in this television world.
Wood entraps my throat
Closing in, an esophogus sketch
Words held in a deep note
She’s a wretch
Eyes closed on the inside
You see courage, confidence, bravery
My skin dissentegrates-“I tried”
You don’t see me, you see an image, I’ve created so carefully
If I shed my skin
If I spoke the words
Awkwardly, you would grin
Because who knows how to play the repeating of mental records?
If I gave myself to the world
There would be few that would be comforted from this grace of relief
Until you catch up, I will fast forward, push power, and pull me out of this static
Reality is but an advertisement, for our emotions fall asleep
Unknowingly, your innocence, or nieviety is a bullet that steals
Without care for others, consideration and unknowligibility,
You are just being used as a tool
that is blamed for the upside construction of society’s damned wheel
It spins, and spins, and spins again,
Disacknoledging the fact that mental illness is not seen
But saying that I have it all together
Just re-eterates the fact that they didn’t take the time
I seem under the weather?
That is just who I am.
Since when was ignorance-Society?
-Camile McGregor
Painting from pintrest
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🙂 nice picture well written 🙂
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It is perfectly fine to have down days, but no one really wants to hear about them, interesting isn’t it? We all have them and have to deal with them, but others feel the need to fix everything for you if you tell them you’re having an off day. When all you really need is someone to relate to the reality, bloggers are there for you ☺️
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Thank you, yes that is what I have found is bloggers have been so supportive on my strange journey. But, yes, we don’t need someone to fix it, we are trying to do that ourselves. We just need someone to listen. Thank you so much!
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Yea so true ! Great poem. It’s almost unacceptable to be upset… so silly!
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Exactly! I feel like we are all living in a social comedy sometimes haha
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Haaahaaaa I agree just lying to each other everyday. I played that game for too long and it only made my symptoms worse and prolong my healing process🙄 Glad I started to find my way, this community, and your blog too😀
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Thank you so much!!! 🙂
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