A Place to Rest Your Head

-But darling, What could you possibly be running from at this hour?

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.