Mental Health
I'm reversed, Not rehearsed...
I'm limb & able, Not alble & Cain...
I don't know nasty by name...
I'm not playing a game...
I'm grounded & wearing my crown...
Heavy are days when I frown...
I hear & listen...
I talk, I scream, I'm everything in between...
I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm a thousand voices when I'm mad...
I'm constantly battling between my day & night...
Whether I'm wrong or right...
No I don't feel sorry for me...
I don't want a pity party...
Some understanding would suit me...
Never mind I'm Bat= crazy all & not at all...
Yes 365 days of the year that's me...
That's life, I'm glad...
I'm blessed in ways I only understand...
You just look but never see the demons that I battle in my head...
I've said enough... Time for bed...
God bless us all... No ones to blame...
Always stand tall, no matter where you might fall...
Listening loud & clear we all at times disappear...
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