Mental Health poem

When people called your name

And you think are you the same

Or the monsters in your head are playing the game

Still there is left some smile in my face

And the exhaustion in my eyes

As I speak to myself

Oh I'm a human

What an Irony to be troubled by my own sense

I would have been an animal with peace

I wouldn't stare at the void atleast.

All the intelligence and glory

Shall fall to ground and become another story

Where is my mind?

Where is my friend?

Hidden in the poems carrying the burdened,

For the poem can never end...

-Karun