Mental Illness Is Everyone's Problem
“Wow, what a psycho”
Says the girl sitting next to me.
How clever she is
Laughing at the uncontrollable misfortune of others.
Sitting next to this girl
Is me
Picking away at the flesh that covers my fingertips
I feel ashamed
...For a second
And then it takes everything in me not to scream at her:
"If you don’t shut up,
Bitch I’ll show you psycho:
Look at the never healing skin on my fingers
Look at how I can’t go to sleep most nights
Because of my need to peel away the dead me
Look at the scars that cover my body
Look at the darkness that consumes me
Look at six year old me
Wishing she were dead.”
But I stay quiet
Because I know that one day
One day she will understand
Mental illness is everyone’s problem.
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