I wrote this poem for a mental health event last year and was the winner of the poetry competition. This poetry is a tale of a mentally-ill person trying to tell the world how he feels. Hope you'll like it.
People say a lot of things…..
I don’t know, I don’t remember….
They say to everyone….
That I am not clever….
My head burst out sometimes…
Out of pain I start to cry…..
I tend to believe in
All those things…..all those lies
My mind then frames….
It’s too hard to try….
Surrender, is like the only option….
Courage is nowhere to find…
But still I fight mommy….
Can I get your shadow… to hide behind?…
It’s not what I want to do…
It’s just what is happening…
My mind plays these games with me….
Like nails break from hammering…..
I am not so smart…
I am “mental" they all shout….
But I want to be a normal guy….
To be accepted, throughout….
There’s no measure to know the pain….
Maybe, it’s my destiny, all in vain…..
But I may want a little help…
I may want to hold a hand….
It’s shivering inside….
Can I get inside this warm sand?
And maybe “sleep” will make me fine…..
Like all of you around…..
And an “angel” will be besides me…
Singing and making a soulful sound…..
That’s all that this tiny little,
Dooming heart desire….
You have a fine life ongoing…
I have my sorrows on fire….
They will vanish some day….
There’ll be no trace….
I will be a normal being…
Taking part in your “Race”