Like If You Agree
Mental illness is not romantic.
It is tragic and cruel.
Families are ripped apart.
Relationships crumble before they start.
I feel disgusted by accusers;
The ones who say it’s fake,
That say we all have a little
Craziness nowadays.
They hide behind cages
Made of screens and desperate attempts
To make equals of their lowest places.
We make games of pitying our worst selves.
And yet some never ask for genuine help.
They self-medicate with likes.
Can’t function without a million eyes
Watching their perceived lives.
It’s impossible to be real.
Honesty is too sensitive
Unless it’s a meme.
I can’t speak my mind
Without the permission of my peers.
I share a fraction of my woes
In the hope that someone else knows
What it’s like to feel a fraction of the same.
I smile because it’s easy
To pretend I can handle insanity.
I’m a pro at mental illness
And the people cheer for unhappiness.