Hallucinations ruining my day,
Why won’t they go away,
Seeing them; hearing them,
Their suggestions I condemn.
Ants crawling over me; around me,
I know this is not what I truly see,
For it is hallucinations,
And purely my minds bad creations.
Trying all of the tricks in my book,
But still everywhere I look,
Ants and more ants,
It feels like I need mental health transplants.
But that won’t solve my issue,
I feel like crying into a tissue,
Because I’m the only one who can solve it,
Breaking it down bit by little bit.
Just like a jigsaw puzzle children do,
Or students when they learn something new,
Trying to acquire new skills,
And break these mountains down into molehills.
Working with staff on the med impact,
And the insight I previously maybe lacked,
To help improve my mental health,
Which is worth more to me than any wealth.



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