Everything.
Don't look at me that way.
This is what mental illness looks like.
Stop. Stare. Can you tell?
Don't move, sit perfectly still. You might miss it.
-Just breathe, you will be fine. It's all in your head.
Hold my hand, prop me up, tell me I am special.
Take a piece of me.
You will think I'm better.
Low. No hope.
Its a parasite. It waits, bides its time.
Quiet, you will miss it.
-See that wasn't so bad.
Now, let's see that smile.
Good. Isn't that better?
This is what mental illness looks like.
Invisible. Silent. Deceptive.
Look at that smile.
Fuck you.
