Lots of people are not aware
Of what many others have to bear
And it's not fair
When you have so much to share
But no one will care
Some of us are locked up in seclusion
When our minds are broken with confusion
We are force-medicated with concentrate and injection
Which makes us filled with hate - victims of rejection
Others are workshop clients who slave
Under the superiority of cold-hearted staff
Our sanity is what we are trying to save
But mental health workers just turn away with a laugh
Often we're referred to as "he" or "she,"
As though we were not standing near
They've taken our privileges and our liberty,
Mostly out of their own fear
We are members of dual diagnosis
Addictions as well as psychosis
We've been thrown into our room
Hearts and minds filled with gloom
Paranoid schizophrenic, suicidal or manic depressive,
We're all tossed together, emotionally intensive
Mental illness is so seldom understood
And the treatment sometimes does us no good
Therapists who twist words in sessions
Always under the wrong impressions
Misunderstanding; making us repeat,
Finally we leave their office in defeat
I went through all these bitter days,
And found my way around the maze
Now I've learned new, natural ways
To my Higher Power, I lift my hands in praise
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Writing Prompt |
This year's theme for the UK Mental Health Awareness Week (May 9 to 15) is loneliness. But a short piece (poem or prose [under 300 words]) on any aspect of Mental Health is acceptable. |
Author Notes
The things that happened to me ever since I was hospitalized at the age of 14. Thanks to M MILLER from Fan Art Review
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