Mental illness is a bitch
that leaves an unwelcome itch
I cant scratch away.
Believe me. I’ve tried all day.
Can’t remove this crud
that entered like mud
after Hurricane Fred
entered inside my head
and very soon spread,
multiplied and bled
throughout my insides.
Been swept away by the tides
of depression and anxiety,
maybe triggered by PTSD.
Who knows. Doesn’t matter
as long as I don’t splatter
and get any fatter
by eating from the platter
of anger and disgust.
Piss me off in the dust.
Come back coping strategies.
Do your healing thing, please,
before it’s too late
and love becomes hate
and I deteriorate
inside my crate of fate
which lingers and looms
above the darkest of glooms
and deciduous tombs.
Help me. I cry.
Like a sty in my eye,
you are unwelcome here.
Your presence I fear,
quick departure I cheer.
Oh, I pray it’s near.
Ready to be free of this mental illness bug
Such a cruel, heartless, destructive thug.
Why me?
Why not me?
Just flee out of me.
Mental illness let me be.
I’ve had more than enough
of your disgusting stuff.
I’m tired
and wired
like a barbed wire fence
poking me and hence
the discomfort and pain.
No wonder I’m stained.
~written by Susan Walz
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Nice poem. It is very evocative of mental illness.
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Thank you. I’m very happy you liked it. Thanks for commenting. I really appreciate it and I appreciate you. 😊💗
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Fantastic! Love it! 👏👏👏
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Thank you. I am happy you liked it. Thank you for reading and commenting. It means a lot to me. Hugs, Sue
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