Bipolar, Depression, Poetry

I’m Not Okay, But I Hide That Fact

The Face of Mental Illness

My face, calm and expressionless.

My eyes, focused sternly on nothing.

Thoughts running rampant…so rapid I cannot make sense of them all.

Feeling everything, yet stuck.

Holding in my outrage.

and my grief.

Holding onto hope, yet it feels elusive.

Making rash decisions, believing I can take on the world…

later realizing I’m in over my head.

I want to hide.

to flee.

I smile instead.

Hiding emotions boiling up within me.

My screams are silently supressed.

I’m fine.


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