May 2018
When you hear my name,
What do you think?
Do you think of my parents,
Or the marks on my arms?
Do you notice my distance,
Or the darkness that harms?
When you see my smile,
Are you fooled?
Do you see my grin,
Or how it doesn’t reach my eyes?
Do you hear my laugh,
Or how it lies?
When you see the cuts on my arms,
Can you see the scars?
Do you watch what you say,
Or do you not notice my discomfort?
Do you see my begging,
Or do you push it off as needy?
Most do not notice,
When it finally outbursts,
Communication is always to blame.
Many can read lips,
But can not see the signs.
However those who are not blind,
Are few that can read my mind.
What do you think?
Do you think of my parents,
Or the marks on my arms?
Do you notice my distance,
Or the darkness that harms?
When you see my smile,
Are you fooled?
Do you see my grin,
Or how it doesn’t reach my eyes?
Do you hear my laugh,
Or how it lies?
When you see the cuts on my arms,
Can you see the scars?
Do you watch what you say,
Or do you not notice my discomfort?
Do you see my begging,
Or do you push it off as needy?
Most do not notice,
When it finally outbursts,
Communication is always to blame.
Many can read lips,
But can not see the signs.
However those who are not blind,
Are few that can read my mind.
With mental illness sometimes it can be very difficult to express the issues we are facing. When people see me I think of what could be going through their minds. Are they thinking of my parents that are deceased, or how I am covered in scars. However there are some who can relate and can see the signs of illness. Though not everyone understands it, mental illness exist. I hope one day more people won't have to face the troubles some do now.
