Heal

Law abiding citizenship has cryptic influences
Illusion of self medication
Hallucinations follow the above mentioned
Feeling heart and homeless
At least the government are doing things about it
Fact facing no judgements
Problems are my emotions flowing
Reason being I'm too sensitive to insensitivity
No shortage of dry tears for me
Wanna fly but they clipped my wings
Before i ODed the hospital wouldn't take me in
Was wrong to treat women as flings
The province trying to fight Covid-19
The worlds burning
We need to stop it churning
Like thoughts darkening
Self harm harmless it doesn't hurt me
I've tried it but substance abuse key
Are we truly free mentally
Or does society dictate its imagery
Yes for certain it controls what we see
Consume and read
The world around me is changing
Now that's not demonically
Like most of my community thinks of me
I'm human too honestly
And shame on you for down playing my modesty
There are heinous acts of crime in the streets
And day clinics filled with patients with TB
While you're all spending money adjusting my TV
So i can see something i know doesn't suit me
Like a briefcase that's underweight
Undiminished intellectual
Never perpetual
No pet unless I'm on medical
Aids get paid to show me the straight and narrow
But fuck that I'm gay or bi depends on who's eyes i gaze into
Wearing a poncho to walk in the rain
Love it when water touches my veins
Feel at peace and it washes away my minds pain
Like wet paint drying on a hot summers day
Everyday difference in flavour and taste
Maybe it's my boding aging in grace
Was a pessimist now I've got to look at the bright side of space
In time you'll hear my tail
It's cooking up nee the windowsill
Will i ever uncover a vail
Will i ever be set up to fail
All necessary scary questions to as as a Public Relations Professional
Nailed to the wall like pin the tail On the Tahir because he's work ethic hardening
Never call me lazy when I'm on medication
Cause then you know my mind vacant
Vibrance shining showing potential i haven't in a while did
I was a wild kid I've matured and yes we all got baggage and i choose to carry mine
Uplifting my self image self recovery has never felt this fine
If you say i dissatisfied my parents that's a lie
I'm truly the only apple on a dell in their eyes
And it's fucked up I find "my mind shines even when my thoughts seem dark" - Weezy
Leaves from the camel classic smoke
Had to switch over to hand rolled tobacco
Madrid and Barcelona el classico
All the vermin must go
Spirits and ghosts in my home
Haunted like a dead kings throne

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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