I used to be quite unwell
I was almost schizophrenic
every thought was hell
I thought I was going insane
but love helped me realise
that I was just confused
I thought the whole world
was out to get me.
I realised I was more
insignificant than that
No one is out to get me
only myself.
I'd struggle with reality
struggle with the facts of life
the birds and the bees
at no time did I realise this
until I began to love myself.
The art, and it is an art
of loving yourself is one
of the steps from childhood
to adulthood.
It is this realisation, I believe
which dictates whether you
are sane or insane or
somewhere in between.
Now I'm quite sane.
But I will never loose the things
which made me insane
however insignificant
because I would not
be in the place mentally
I am in now, if I had not been
insane like some of us, no,
most of us have been
however briefly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem