They wonder why we're anxious and hopeless and mad,
then abandon the world they have built.
They tell us, "Be grateful," and say what they had,
while in silence the scales have been tilt.
They explain we aim low or don't aim at all,
because our wishes for existence are humble.
They grew this turmoil in the same fields they crawled,
with no future vision, blindly, it crumbles.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
