Nikki Pruitt Poet Free verse

Walls, a Mental Illness Memoir

feel so heavy,
Weighed down by an anchor
No one can physically see.
I'm expected to be okay
To live a normal life 
While dealing with a 
chemical imbalance,
An emotional disturbance 
Whose presenting symptoms are
Self destructive binges 
And manic tangents
That have labeled me reckless 
And often left me stranded.
I dive head first into 
Waves crashing 
Tearing it's way through 
The walls I've built.
My fortress is unstable
There are weak spots
And some stains have
Remained.
These walls sometimes feel
Like they are 40 miles tall
And forged of steel
In that very moment 
I feel so alone...
When surrounded by people 
When introduced to anyone or anything new,
When one those new additions
causes changes to the flow 
Of things 
Who Dares to get too close or
challenge the authenticity 
Of my disorders
By questioning my mental state. 
Surely,
There's truth to the trauma,
Or it wouldn't continuously bother me
Causing catastrophic events,
Filling my head with memories
that never seem to end.
My mind short

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