Mental Illness Is Wide Spread Here As Well Poem by James McLain

Me, myself and I, inwardly turned
A spiral down a staircase into the basement hides.
The center of their world is all they have.
How can you,
not ask yourself, why all your relationships
Have failed, and racing thought's.
Some not more a few the medication helped,
Until once stable, then you stopped and have you
Understood
the self-destructive actions that you've caused.
And of those around you, friends and family
are afraid of the explosion's and eruptions that will come.
Or that everything you move, you move again,
As they watch.
Bi polar can be untreated lead to hyper sexual burning needs
That can never by you met.
Do you dig inside your self to pull it out or deeper
Push it in until it's gone.
Does a partner leave you all alone, abandoned for no reason,
Afraid you'll leave them first?
Inside this world you live in the moon is always full.
Venus does not seem as she should be and Mars is always red,
No answers there.
Cutting into flesh because of them.
Cutting out the parts they caused but still don't understand.
So you tremble and you hide before you start to sweat.
Being out amongst them and there's not a place to hide.
Right now one walks past you dressed as if it's winter but
It's summer time.
And all the drugs and alcohol you drank and in denial,
Won't understand what you did to that small child.
Half of all obortions are just the tip of all you've done.
Psychological testing is for you the only choice.
Because of your mental illness the whole world is and
You are fine, when at night upon your bed you know your not.