The Problem

Talking about mental health

My mind is

Unsure

Fragments swirl around me

And I try to jump

Trying to catch the shards

That I know will cut me

Yet 'they' say if I piece them together

Pull myself together

Then maybe I will be

'Okay'

Then maybe I will fit neatly

Into a box labelled

'Not a problem'

And they will shut the lid

And just forget

So that is the pressure

I put on myself

I try to squeeze myself

Into that box

In which I do not belong

Thing is,

I have bigger problems

Than my mind having

a few cracks

My mind,

Shattered

A long time ago

How do you build

Stability on dust?

On sand?

On something which blows

into the wind?

Something I cannot catch

Yet it always catches me

Trips me up

Pulls me under

The box?

It will not keep 

My problems

Sedated for long.

Nobody wants to talk

That is the problem.

Author's Note

Been a long time since I wrote anything and I have never written anything so honest.
I'm new here.
Please be kind but also feedback would be amazing.
:)