Sometimes I wish my mental illness would show Laid bare in its entirety Neuron to neuron like a train track To some unknown destination Or perhaps to nowhere An unveiling of my delusions and psychosis Like the latest horror movie Except there is no happy ending With the monster finally defeated Instead it tramples all over my weakened body And I am just too tired To fight it anymore
"This poem is about the invisibility of mental illness. People don't know how you are struggling inside. If you had a visible physical illness, people would be much more sympathetic to your plight."