you hate us when we don't abide
you hate us when we do what you don't like
when reality is - you don't have our eyes
and despite your efforts, they shine
They wanted to **** us because
like a mirror to their hidden wrongs,
we showed them their own scars and burns
you robbed us from us
and you punished us with death
cloaked as care
and those who did, weren't there
They didn't get the gist, I guess
if only love here had crept -
why you deem me unworthy to be lived?
you don't know my Sun, how it is related
to my tears
You don't ******* know me, or what goes within
you take my words from my lips and twist it at your whim
if only love had appeared in the scene
not your weak, dispossesed pity, but a strong warmth feel
psychiatric care inmates, my dears
we are in the same ship
the only way out of here,
the way out from this ****,
is to show ourselves
we still live, we are here
take over their boring streets
You say we aren't human, sure we aren't.
We are the superhumans you were looking for,
but turns out, you were ******* blind.
We'll haunt you, those of us who got killed
by your cold hand, but many of us are still there
and better yet - Don't mourn us.
Just go out on the street and scream out, get drunk,
live up, recklessly ****,
the way we couldn't, for our mouths were shut down.
I wrote this poem after hearing a podcast where they discuss the new euthanasia law in my country, Spain. This law has some serious problems and it made me think of eugenics, like aktion t4, and also the constant struggle of us mentally ill people for simply being alive, in all senses of the word.