Mental illness Poems
Ego
by Ali Abdullah
She’s tricky
She undermines your progress
Suggesting things based on what you’re weak about
You realize in her absence it was all nonsense
*****
She attacks you, she protects you
She distract you with things you don’t need
Just to get herself stronger
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Schizophrenia
by Beth Johnson
I’ve got so many voices inside my head,
my Schizophrenia’s keeping them fed,
I’m starting to feel lost within myself,
think I’m turning into someone else.
I’m always planning my escape,
before my brain can escalate.
“I can’t find it,
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The Room
by Sarah A
Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
Funnily enough,
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
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The Itch
by Mollie Keech
Oh, hello itch,
I've not missed you!
Nor your pleading, uneasy,
eager smile,
wicked begging eyes,
and hungry open mouth.
I've quite enjoyed this past while,
lacking your insistent whispers.
Your lustful face
looming 'round each corner of my boxed-up,
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Lost
by Helen Brownell
She could lose herself rounding the corner
Rounding a number, rounding up kids
In the embrace of a man,
A manic monologue, a new baby
She could find a melody and hold onto it for seconds at a time
Searching for true notes and faltering
Until she remembered
What she was supposed to be doing
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Ego
by Ali Abdullah
She’s tricky
She undermines your progress
Suggesting things based on what you’re weak about
You realize in her absence it was all nonsense
*****
She attacks you, she protects you
She distract you with things you don’t need
Just to get herself stronger
......
Bruised
by D G
It juts. An imperfection lying, no, sticking
Out like a stranger spotted on a dark street.
Removal is the only redemption
Worth having. Sterile; safe.
It is pulled. Discharged
And all that is left behind is the dull
Contusion.
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Uranium
by Lisa Clark
My good girl mouth is used to soap
The rabid foam of rancid hope
I ache instead for languid smoke
To be washed clean with rum and coke
My schoolyard brain too dumb to cope
Its volatile isotope
Decays me slowly from the yoke
A half-life spent in gory choke
The Itch
by Mollie Keech
Oh, hello itch,
I've not missed you!
Nor your pleading, uneasy,
eager smile,
wicked begging eyes,
and hungry open mouth.
I've quite enjoyed this past while,
lacking your insistent whispers.
Your lustful face
looming 'round each corner of my boxed-up,
......
Different Times
by Russ Wilbury
Do you remember just a day ago
Walking along through the fresh-fallen snow
To the places only you would know
Live and let live and live and let die
Don’t ever stop and think and wonder why
Keep your eyes forward and toward the sky
Troubled man with long dark hair
Flying higher in the smoky air
Mr. Mojo risin’ way up there
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