The truth to it all Is what likes to hide in bed What likes to lie in my head If saw the truth You’d know it to
You would know what it is like To have thoughts racing like cars on a track You would know what it is like To have such fear hidden in the cracks
You can criticize me Say that I’m wrong Say that I’m fine But until you live a day in my shoes All you do is lie
I wish I could say it all But see I can’t do that either For my mind has total control And where I have no voice
Now I know what your thinking How is that possible? You are mind is you And you have full power
But what if I told you that wasn’t the case That a mind that is ill Can overtake its fate
I can’t control it No matter how hard I try For it is my mind after all Even if all it does is lie
Because it makes it so convincing With every word it says Because it is yourself after all Isn’t it
So before you say It’s fake A phase You’re not trying hard enough Remember
You wouldn’t last a day in my shoes With a mind like mine With it’s constant fear And it’s constant lies
Then you’ll finally understand Why I hide
This poem has to do with mental illness. When people tell me that I’m faking or it’s a phase I want to yell this to their faces, but you can see why I can’t do that. (Unfiltered poem I forgot was on my phone)