Invisible Monsters
(read the first letter of each line down)
Deep down, on the inside,
Even the happiest of girls can be the saddest ones.
People tend to assume based on fake smiles, but her life isn’t
Rainbows and sunshine.
Endless dark thoughts fill her days and it
Seems that waking up has become a tedious chore.
She yearns for happiness like it’s the light at the end of a tunnel,
In which she could never reach.
On some nights, she’ll use her skin as a canvas and paint
Neat red lines with her paintbrush, a razor.
I am that girl, can’t you hear my cries for help?
Silent they may be, but they matter nonetheless.
An invisible monster plagues my life.
Mental illness will twist and turn every fibre of your being.
On the outside, a human, on the inside, something else entirely.
Never will you see the light even when it’s turned on for darkness
Seems to lurk around in every corner.
They shove facts and statistics down
Everyone’s throats in an attempt to inform. It only
Really matters when it has touched you personally.
Bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, depression, and hundreds other.
Ultimately, we are a nation of brain chemistry disasters with more
Teens and children coming down with them every day.
So when will the sun shine and flowers bloom again
On this cold, cloudy day, when shadows refuse to dance?
And when will mental illness no longer be seen as a fault of personality?
Maybe the day it can be cured will this then be a reality.
In due time, perhaps, mental illness can be a thing of the past.