We all have a shadow side I’ve seen yours Now have a look at mine Opposite of my persona‘s fear I’m not afraid of being weird We are all perfect beyond our pride Made of sub atomic light Still How can one integrate A stability lackImg wealth? A fear the shadow Cannot support the self Who can embrace Love without a wall I’m already on the ground So I’m not afraid to fall
Do you believe that you are above Looking down from your love Well that’s a projection Of your greatest fear So take the focus off The broken mirror ........
Into this world world will come, A few, Very precious souls. Who will not fit Into your cookie cutter molds. Yet, To your ideals, You try to make them hold. And never realize, They may be, The purest form of gold
I wrote this when I watched the staff in a "mental" ward openly laugh and make fun of someone who was challenged when they attempted to make him the same as almost everyone else.I don't conform either and was quite upset by their actions and treatment of this individual. I simply say that they are "differently enabled" than others and staff would have used resourse myuch better to find what the person was good at instead of forcing them to comply and making fun.
I remember the supervised showers The crushed ice The cries at night The feeling of losing control The idea that earbuds with the right twist and ties could make me die The sewn on pillowcases The weapon in scissors, mirrors, handles, sheets, bedposts, bags, shampoo, straps, glass, pens The misdemeanor The boy who’s anorexia was his slow suicide The girl with two siblings that killed themselves How everyone wanted to **** themself The 7-year-old that only cried The lime green hallways that haunt my mind
The beautiful girl with the raven hair. A sleeve of pain she doesn’t remember. A past of stolen innocence and growing up too fast. A life of raising her sisters but losing her daughter, because money doesn’t grow on trees and 22 weeks was all the time she could get. A heart of gold but a facade of steel, too scared to let anyone back in. A soul that rages of fire, power, and more grit than anyone I’ve met. A future that my heart wishes for her more than she will ever know. She will get everything she desires. Her sobriety will be the medal around her neck. Her life will be the trophy she won back. And her beautiful children will be the emblem of strength that let them be born.
I just got back from a psychiatric care unit and the people I’ve met have changed me forever.