Home
I want to go home.
To a home I don’t have though.
Somewhere that I’ve been in my Dreams, or a place even better then that...
I’m not supposed to be here,
Locked in a Facility….
How has my life gotten like this?
I need to get this illness Under Wraps,
Quickly, before it Takes Me Under. Supposed to be…
I’m Supposed to be SomeThing Great~ Not Mentally Ill.
But who’s to say mentally ill can’t be great? I mean, I’m Not my illness, it’s just something I have. Like someone having blonde hair. :)
So for now;
Until I can figure out how to do things differently,
I’m going to Take Care in my illness, as a Healthy Woman should
And, Through my Actions, Show Others how to Not be Embarrassed as well.
Jessica Peets
2012
Copyright © Butterfly Mantra | Year Posted 2015
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