Mental Illness Poem

Depression, anxiety and mind a mess

Something Lost...

© Amar Qamar
I had it once, now itís gone
Like a knot itís been undone
Was once so tight, now so slack
Happy times I wish I could have back
I sit a home, and feel so lonely
Itíll be great if that was all, if onlyÖ
Zombie on the outside, the living dead
But so many questions floating around my head
Confusions rains down, it pours
Pandoraís Box, Iíve opened the doors
No sign of anyone who can help
No sense of feelings or of myself
Where I can find the answers
Who am I? What am I?
Am I a dream? Or am I the dreamer?
Am I a thought? Or a complex computer,
How do my thoughts start? What makes them end?
What makes me do this? What makes me do that?
I know I overanalyze, I canít help it
Thinking and gazing into space, as I sit
Why canít I accept the wisdom of those around
Not letting myself accept the answers Iíve found
I want to free myself from my mind
And not just to pretend
Everythingís okay everythingís fine
I want to be NORMALÖ When itís going to endÖ.


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Published: Jul 2011

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