I tried so hard to tell them but they just couldn’t see, The person they were seeing wasn’t really me, The person I was begging them to somehow help me find, The person that I was before I’d lost my mind!
It’s like they’d seen the illness and they couldn’t look beyond, They had their own assumptions of the way I would respond, They had their own opinion on behaviour I displayed, They didn’t understand me and it left me so afraid.
I knew how hard I’d fallen, I knew I was unwell, I tried to make them see but it seems they couldn’t tell, Now I’m getting better and I’m getting on my feet, I hope that they are seeing this every time we meet.
I hope they can see this other person standing here, I hope they can see that my mind is sharp and clear, I can only pray that they truly comprehend, The difference in me now compared to way back then.
I guess I’ll never ask and they might never tell, I pray they’re taking note of the “real me” when I’m well, That way I’d rest assured that next time they would see, Whether they are dealing with the illness or with me.
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
I went into the jungle And what did I see? Bodies of soldiers, ours and theirs. I looked from the jungle And what did I see? Families of soldiers, ours and theirs. Standing at an airport Mom and dad waiting,