Mental illness awareness is something I believe to be crucial to society. As a whole, our society stereotypes those with mental illnesses to be birds that flew straight out of the cuckoo nest. Obviously, this isn't the case, and this stereotype pushes people with mental illnesses into isolation. I want people to understand the pain of mental illness and how debilitating it can be. But also I want everyone with mental illnesses to know that they're not alone. What you're going through sucks, and I know that, but you are not alone in it at all. It's okay to be the way that you are, and you shouldn't let anyone tell you differently. Don't let anyone (including yourself) define you as your mental illness(es). There is so much more depth to you and your life, I promise.
On the outside, you’ll see
pieces of Paper
that make me look complete;
they make me seem whole.
However, it’s quite the contrary.
The individual pieces of Paper
deceiving
hollow bones
vacant soul.
i pile on Glue,
i pile the Newspapers
so i can feel full,
the physical satisfaction is
merely temporary.
i am weighed down by
Disgust,
Humiliation,
Disappointment,
Resentment,
Outrage.
Outrage takes comfort in my weakness.
i’m unfixable.
With every Headline i glue
onto my body,
i fall deeper into the
trap of distorted Glue invented
by the Conmen consuming society.
My Paper and Glue put to the test,
drastically failing.
Fissures
begin to widen
show my pain.
The Glue oozes through
gashes homemade.
Spilling reservoirs
are easier to cope with
compared to the
dark and deserted hollow
concealed by the Papier-Mâché skin.
How long must i go on,
using the foul ingredients and recipes
of the Conmen shaming my flawed artwork
to try and heal myself?
Six years of this hoax.
Six years of thinking the Papier-Mâché
would love me;
would heal me;
would make me whole.
Six years too long,
and i’m stretched to my limit.
Broken and still breaking;
i don’t think i can st—