Oppressive weight blankets my mind
Isolated from happiness, creativity, enthusiasm
So much pretending, forced gaiety
When will it be genuine, natural...?
Always anxious thoughts, clouding in
Sleep, a brief reprieve, never a solution
Fear, terrified of losing what I have
Keeps me from seeking the support I need
Save me from my own self-directed, prison of mind
Be the strength when I need it most
Searching for freedom of thought and mentality
Never finding what I am looking for
Loneliness in a crowded room
The pressure to feel normal, always forefront
Does this have to be, is there no solution...?
I have to believe that there is help
In desperate need, denial is my armour
A new day, a temporary salve
Unable to ask for help
Unwilling to seek assistance
If love cannot save me, see through me
What can I hope for...help!
© Bobbie Crawford-McCoy 2010