Mental Health... Poem, by JaimeLeigh m=Mead, at My poetic side

I'm reversed, Not rehearsed...

I'm limb & able, Not alble & Cain...

I don't know nasty by name...

I'm not playing a game...

I'm grounded & wearing my crown...

Heavy are days when I frown...

I hear & listen...

I talk, I scream, I'm everything in between...

I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm a thousand voices when I'm mad...

I'm constantly battling between my day & night...

Whether I'm wrong or right...

No I don't feel sorry for me...

I don't want a pity party...

Some understanding would suit me...

Never mind I'm Bat=shit crazy all & not at all...

Yes 365 days of the year that's me...

That's life, I'm glad...

I'm blessed in ways I only understand...

You just look but never see the demons that I battle in my head...

I've said enough... Time for bed...

God bless us all... No ones to blame...

Always stand tall, no matter where you might fall...

Listening loud & clear we all at times disappear...

Mental Health...