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Feb 2015
Ignorance is bliss,
and I am not ignorant
not in any sense.
I have seen,heard,felt,tasted, and smelled
death and despair.
I have grasped on to desperation
and I have fallen in love with grief
I know and understand tragedy
I know and understand pain
anxiety, depression and disappointment.
I am too kind
and I am too trusting
but I am not ignorant.

And ignorance is bliss.
The other day some friends argued with me about mental illness...the glamourization and the special treatment people receive. They believed that mental illness could not affect your ability to function and work. I have never felt so disappointed in anyone's ignorance
Elise
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