What's it Like to be Mentally Ill?
An agony
A void
No single hope can fill
Warfare dances rampant
Every thoughts' corner-shelf
Conflicted at the enemy
Reflecting from myself
This polar perception
Sees life not all the same
Or have I simply waned
To your mendacious claim
Perhaps it is you
A neurotypical cult
Hiding from yourself
Unable to exult
My illness is a lever
To feel deeper than deep
To register each moment
A lesson that I reap
Unafraid am I
To release what I deem
As you repress your life
While I'm alive to dream
Perhaps the true illness
Was created by you
My intellect transcended
Far more than you knew
You spend your numbered seconds
Only breathing to be right
An illness, indeed
That never came to light.
E.L.
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