Poetry Lovers: My Mental Illness

My Mental Illness

By Bernard Demaere

 

Everyone must still wonder,

How it all happens,

Mental illness, by and by,

Slowly,

Unexpectedly,

It creeps in on you,

It is a process,

Of an unloved story,

It feels weird (you know?)

No one can help you,

Because,

They don’t really know,

You are the expert,

If you know your self,

It is like drowning,

Eternally,

Losing your breath

To regain it just in time,

One minute or an hour,

You are you

And happy,

The other,

You are sad and irrational,

But it is imprisoned in your thoughts,

Nobody would recognize you,

Or,

Think you are the same person,

Eyebrows would be raised,

In amazement,

If they only knew,

What is troubling you,

What is troubling me?

Mental illness makes people wonder.