Deep inside her mind,
Behind a picture-perfect smile,
Lies a desolate, lonely place
She hasn't visited for a while.
A place of worst nightmares
Where her demons lie in wait.
Their armour made of trauma,
memories she cannot shake.
Last time she was trapped there,
Equipped with razors and a knife,
She overdosed on tablets
And almost took her life.
For in this place there is no daylight,
And all her hope is gone.
Her eyes blind to any joy,
Even her own daughter and little son.
Nobody knows her struggles.
If only they would ask.
She didn't have to fight this alone
And hide behind a mask.
But she found the strength to leave
And journey onto the path to light,
Finding her hope along the way
While she regained her sight.
And it's sad, for she had done well
She had already made it so far.
Months with no self-injury.
Her cuts reduced to scars.
The clouds began to darken.
Harsh words pushing her back.
The light and hope began to dim
As she went backwards along the path.
And she tried so hard to fight,
To keep going forward, not back,
But the harsh words kept coming
As she put back on her mask.
Her fear began to return
As that dark place came into sight.
Her strength weakened by the day.
She was once again losing her fight.
And she didn't know how to stop it.
Her energy plummeted to the ground.
She screamed and shouted for help,
But nobody heard a sound.
She's now on the edge of the dark,
Again holding the razors and knife.
Please, someone help her; she's scared.
She doesn't want to lose her life.
The Struggle Of Living With Mental Illness
I related so much to this poem. As a middle school girl, this line from the poem, "Nobody knows her struggles. If only they would ask. She didn't have to fight this alone and hide behind a...
Life Behind The Mask
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2020 with permission of the Author.
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