My wonderfully talented and favourite Aunt has allowed me to share these pieces with you all. I hope you like them as much as I do.
I shook, I cried, I gasped for breath,
My life was going to end,
I’m stuck, right here, within myself,
With terror as my friend.
I don’t know why I am like this,
A prisoner of my mind,
Where everything I try to do
With reason I can’t find.
They call it mental illness,
To me it’s mental hell,
Those days I cannot function
And you just cannot tell.
It’s hard to rent your head out,
To a lodger who won’t leave
And one who doesn’t pay his dues
When heart and mind both bleed.
If you could see inside my mind
You’d see a total mess
But no you judge me as you see
A looser at a guess.
Don’t judge me as you see me
It’s neither fair nor real
And until you’ve walked in my shoes
You know, not how I feel.
Patricia Weston