Tyler77Senior Contributor
I use Poetry to try to deal with the issues surrounding my mental illness. Here is a poem I'm proud of...
I am so pretentious,
and conscientious,
really so very vain...
Mad as the "Hatter"
But taller and fatter,
I'm actually quite insane...
Normalcy decrees,
That I have a diesease,
Originating in the brain...
In come the normalcy police,
Who want the abberations to cease,
And to restore me to their version of "sane"...
Yes, I suppose it is oppression,
Treating differences with such aggression,
Was once colorful, now I am plain...
My life considered not normal,
They sought out change, formal,
At the place which issues ball and chain...
Now I'm regulated and controlled,
And I fit neatly into societies mold,
My individuality, long ago slain...
Fight it, I could...
But it would do no good,
So my opposition I do refrain...
They say it's for my own good,
Being, as they determined I should,
The original me, little does remain..