Deep down I am bitter
About everything
My job is to cover it up
With silence
I didn’t write this poem but I give props to whoever did. Living with mental illness is not easy and changes the course of your life for the worse. I have been skating since I got married. I have the support of my family but more often than not, we (the mentally ill) are living hand to mouth or on the streets. Scary thought.
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