Mental Poems - Poems about Mental

I look in the mirror and what do I see? A stranger, a ghost, pretending to be me. Skin stretched tight on a frame I resent, A body I wear like it’s paying the rent. Eyes that avoid, lips that press thin, A war with the world that’s fought from within. I paint on a face like a mask, like a...

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They told me, “Stop, it’s not your way, Your path is wrong, your sky is gray.” But roots don’t listen to the crowd, they grow beneath the noise so loud, and reach for light they’ve never seen. I walked the fields they never crossed, counted the hours they thought were lost. Their easy crowns were quickly worn, but I kept building, thorn by...

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They spray perfume sometimes. It makes the screaming seem quieter. Everyone is reading a book or magazine. Until someone starts crying and bubbles of crying burst. They serve hot dogs, sometimes. I’m in the shower and it’s like I’m sitting down. Eyes closed, chewing. Eating through memories. They wash the sheets if you ask them to....

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Sometimes I’m so afraid the images fluding my brain They won’t go away if I close my eyes or stay awake...

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Let the demons play — and let them fall As they seek their next prey. Merry-go-round, lost and found, Salt trodden deep in earth and pain. Zombies crawl. An ass's stall. I don’t need this bottle. I don’t need you. Forgive me — For all the prayers I whispered in your name in vain. Enemies within, Those who proclaimed to be my friends. Lucky, I suppose, That...

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I lived once in a land before the light where shadows ruled and terror was the king Sable dark did fall upon me every night and flittermouse did brush me with their wing. There was no day to shine away the fear so terror ruled, malignant, endless black; eyes closed or open, demons still appear and, as in life, to stab me...

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When the seed of fear is planted in minds, It germinates in brains as a tormentor— Sometimes sown by a whisper, a shadow, a lie repeated twice. When illusion becomes reality, And starts by making the heart skip a beat, then more of its beats, then all of its beat. It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark, Born from...

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Lying in bed. Blankets. Imagining glass orbs. With fireflies inside. There’s people sleeping. Tracing skeleton thoughts. While lying around. Nothing. I like to write. About scraggly eyes and itchy grass. You have to eat. I do, and the thought of food is scrunched up in my mind. Pizza, but it’s made of bubble wrap. Burgers, but it’s a...

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All the broken people I look around and see so many Then I realize I am one Of the broken people All the broken people Looking and waiting For answers that don’t seem to appear Waiting to be heard Waiting to be seen Waiting for an answer All the broken people Needing to be put together One more time Or Maybe Some of us broken people Don’t...

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So nervously, upon this earth I tread. Don't let me, again, go out of my head. My fragile mind persisted yet unbroken, ignoring all harsh words as they were spoken, until shattered with a sickening shriek. Done in, I was, as I heard a mushroom speak....

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Rage. Fury. A constant burning anger. A rage stemmed from generations of those who have come before me An inheritance we have the right to own Something passed through each black child born One that clings to our skin and bones A communal experience we share alone Every time a black child comes home from school Fallen tears from racial slurs Another wave of...

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Three days ago, I was buried on the ground as it seems! A cascade of issues as the days go by. The unrelenting sorrows and pain--- Weak, broken, desolation it brings! I seized the world with open hands, optimism, smile, love as much as could. Full of hope, peace and wisdom. Still joy would vanish out of sight. I left no trace in...

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Dissolve again. Into some puddle of oil. Sink, and sunken. Then turn into an oil painting. Dissolve again. Like a penny. I don’t think pennies ever dissolve. They just get dropped into the sewer sometimes. And no one looks for them. They turn into monsters. Dissolve again. Like gray. Gray just- Crunches underfoot. Stabs my feet. Until I get rid of...

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I’ve lived here my whole life. I work here. Wearing slippers to work. So fuzzy and nice. My manager is tearing through. Every word is nothing. Grappling at every pause. This room is dizzy. Computer keyboards. Pens and pencils. Typing for hours. And nothing goes my way. Printing out blank sheets of paper. Lunch. Open...

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So, "let it ***ing rain." "The death of us." Drowned in fire and ice. "Good knight" Carrie you broke my heart But, you, Crystal, shattered my heart, mind, and soul....

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