Mental Health Controls Her

She sits and watches happiness, But feels so sad Watching the good, Yet, feeling so bad Taken over by addiction, She was given a different path Feeling restricted, Yet, sometimes glad Because no one understands The hard times she’s had. Mental health controls her She feels it in her body, soul, and mind That joy in life is hard to find Feeling so blind Remembering the days that she shined Yet wanting to put it all behind And get back to the grind. Mental health controls her She’s sober from addiction Yet, she still feels conflicted It’s like a contradiction Where is her prescription? Always in suspicion Is it real or is it fiction? Please tell her your opinion. Mental health controls her Her happiness lies in her children’s eyes They are her prize Never ask twice About the binding ties With them, she will always rise until the day she dies. She controls her mental health.