Manic and Mental

everyone thinks they know

mental illness.

like it’s a damn

badge of honor

to define,

to label,

to contain

the chaos.

you want a prize

for pity.

a citation for sympathy.

as if your understanding

is enough.

you

don’t

know

shit.

on the border,

trapped in a rollercoaster,

strapped

down.

a rollercoaster inside a

prison cell

where the door

is unlocked.

but I

can’t

quite

reach

it.

degress of this disease,

ceasing to be

me.

an untamed lion

with a wild roar,

but inaudible.

the battles,

lost and won,

while the war persists

and insists

on a victor.

how boring it must be

this enigma

this illusion

of normalcy.

the odds are stacked

against me,

my will is my shield.

and in the end, life always

conquers the living.

death comes to collect

the unpaid

debt.