The Stigma of Mental Illness
I laugh along so people assume it’s a joke
I cry inside, though they don’t see I’m broke
I feel numb and blame it on the loss of sleep
But this sleep I’m not getting, derives from the happiness I can’t keep
It’s all a façade that no one saw through
But wait, is that even true?
No; Everyone knew
But instead of getting help, they proceeded to gossip in the bathroom
Now that I’m gone, just a spirit lingering on, they say “This is so shocking”
But the truth is, all they were doing was mocking
Mental illness has a stigma to be broken So please break the silence and stop acting frozen
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