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Invisible Illness

June 8, 2016
By Hbkooy PLATINUM, Champaign, Illinois
Hbkooy PLATINUM, Champaign, Illinois
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He said I couldn’t possibly be ill
I'm too well put together
But still my restless mine won’t still
And I'm still fragile as a feather

He didn’t believe anything was wrong
Then why am I in therapy
It’s only been eight years, not long
It’s clear he doesn’t care about me

So what if I see terrifying things
So what if I hear the calls of the unreal
Who cares if I'm a puppet stuck to the strings
Who cares if the truth is concealed

So what if I resist the urge to harm
So what if I’ve lost all joy
You don’t care to even try to disarm
A weapon with the urge to destroy

Ignore my experience and what I recall
Your professional opinion is the only truth
My personal anguish means nothing at all
What matters is my grades, not my well-being or youth

The author's comments:

Many people are told there's no way they could be mentally ill and discount their very real very painful experiences instead of trying to help. 

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