My Evidence professor told us
Testimony is not believable
Unless other facts back it up.
That terrified me.
My word means nothing
Unless I’ve left a trail of breadcrumbs
But I was raised to clean up
After I eat.
The chemotherapy left Dad a full head of hair,
And no one questioned his diagnosis.
Yet you search for scars on my wrists
As if corroborating evidence is necessary
To prove I’m not ok.
Our nation was founded on the ideas of liberty and justice
And I have the right to be thought of as
Innocent until proven guilty
Clearly you paid attention in civics
Because you hold on to this principle
With every ounce of willpower you possess.
The only thing is,
I didn’t realize mental illness is a crime.