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

This poem is about: 
Our world

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