An Explanation
I wrote this long ago, when I needed to explain my mental health to my mother. I hope these words reach you.

It’s as if the world presented you
A plethora of problems
None of which you have the answer to
It’s feeling like you’re targeted
Logic disregarded and
You hardly even care
Cause your friends seem hardly there
But the demons keep on scheming
From your massive mental lair
It’s not fair
It’s a brand of sadness
That can feel all-consuming
Where even without playing the game
You feel like you are losing
It’s confusing
Like a labyrinth
A place where even the golden Midas touch
Only weighs heavy in your heart
The responsibility: too much
You’re in a rush
But you constantly feel tired
You feel so uninspired
Like you’re hanging by a wire
And you’re so lonely
Even people who are present
Sometimes feel hesitant
And they don’t know how to help you
You respond “I feel that way too”
Because when your trapped in another world
That no one else can reach
You feel isolated
By the walls no one can breach
I’m choking
By just trying to live my life
It’s like a virus,
Uninvited, has wrought havoc on my mind
I’m far from fine
I know it’s much worse from time to time
But coping strategies
Are just tragedies
That are struggling with their identity
I feel constantly guilty
As if I’m to blame for the nonsensical turmoil
But trying to push mental illness away
Is like fighting aliens with tinfoil
I might as well say the sky is falling
World is ending
Apocalypse come to fruition
I’m sorry I can’t be clearer
My mind has no definition
And I know I make pain sound poetic
But really it just seems pathetic
Like a damsel in distress
Who only expects the best
But beggars can’t be choosers
When life presents its tests
I confess
I wish it wasn’t like this
Wish I didn’t feel pressured
By problems no one else can see
I wish it was truly explicable
Wish others could understand me
But if it makes you feel any better
I feel just as lost as you
Dealing with this for years
It’s really nothing new
But
I don’t know how to help me
I don’t know how to help you
I catch myself off guard every time
About the Creator
Caitlyn Wenzel
I don't live to write, I write to live.
Poetry is what I need in order to feel human again, and again.
Let me transform the unspeakable.
I hope my words can reach you.
- Caitlyn




Comments (1)
I share in your struggle so I completely understand the meaning behind this piece. You've really shared your version of mental health well here (everyone's experience is different) and I feel like I "met" you through your words. I hope this helped your family understand you a bit more too. Very well written!