What if I really looked like how I feel?
A scary thought I know it'll make you squeal
It's good to talk and tell you how I'm feeling
If I didn't open up, I'd be reeling
I wander if I am alive or in fiery hell
Living with mental illness to the onlookers who will never tell
Hands of support reaching out
Tackling each issue one step at a time with clout
The constant arguments with my head
Fear trembles especially at night before bed
Restful, calmness, a counselling place
A tissue or two to wipe my teary face
Beating myself up over the injustice every day
Physical toll of emotions affecting me in every way
Try stay strong please don't give up and quit
We'll Work together to take the hit
My own fight club with a membership of just one
Wandering where my sanity has gone
You got this if you want to
You've got friends bob, gill and sue
Crying without reason, feeling sad
Why do I feel so bad?
Happy days please come
So, smile occasionally life doesn't have to be this glum
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