All Isn't, What It SeemsA Poem by therisaAm told One's mind is A terrible thing To waste. And yet How does one view Or measure progress In regards To mental illness? Given the stereotypes And stigmas Which society has For those Who suffer with it? Like people believe One only needs to think Happy thoughts. Else Pull themselves up By the bootstraps To overcome depression And PTSD. As if Their "one size fit all" theory Will cure everyone Making them Whole. When The truth says Otherwise. For they have Never experienced A crippling flashback Or chronic severe depression. To know The depth of suffering Can input Upon one's life.
© 2014 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 18, 2014 Last Updated on October 18, 2014 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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