The Struggle

a poem about my daily struggle with mental illness

if the only know my struggle 

waking up both loving and hating myself 

they tell me I will be ok or its only a phase 

if the would just stop and look at what 

life has thrown my way over the years 

I wish they would look in my eyes 

actually take a deep look and see the pain 

that I hide each and every day 

when they ask if anything is wrong 

I just tell them I am tired 

then they say well take a nap then 

but little do they know this is a different tired

 one a nap can not fix 

I am tired of pretending and fighting 

exhausted from the  battle from within 

so I stay hidden from society 

that way no one can see what I am 

battling the demons and villains 

maybe I should just give up and 

make them a part of my home 

is the fight even worth it anymore 

or should I just quit and accept 

that this is who I am now 

Author's Note

not sure of the name could use a few ideas though