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.
I smile instead.
Hiding emotions boiling up within me.
My screams are silently supressed.
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