Author:
Jordyn Blotsky
12th
Grade
Educator: Leslie Mans
Watford City
There are shadows dancing on
the ceiling
Strange shapes that seem to
move smoothly like water
No one else seems to notice
them
Only me
Why me?
What could I have possibly
done?
Have I angered some God
above?
Have I had a curse placed on
me?
Have I sinned in some way
I’ve yet to discover?
There are shadows dancing on
the ceiling.
Black and red and blue,
Tumbling around like
gymnasts.
Oh, why can’t no one else see
them.
Now there’s a man standing in
my door
I relax
It’s only my father, right?
Wrong
This man holds a knife
I try to scream, to tell him
to not hurt me
But nothing comes out of my
mouth
It’s all just a dream, I tell
myself
Nothing to get worked up
about
If only someone else would
see what I see
Maybe then I’ll be able to
sleep
There are people dancing in
the living room
There’s a rave going on in my
bedroom
There’s loud voices
The taste of something sweet
on my tongue
I turn to see if anyone else
can see it
But the others watch
television like nothing’s happening
The song talks about suicide
Oh, why must it talk to me?
The poem brings up death,
Oh, why must I relate?
The news talks about mental
illness in the form of the latest killer
Oh, will I become that
killer?
People talk about mental
illness like a twisted fad,
Oh, when will they notice my
pain?
Schizophrenia has taken its
toll on me
I’m fighting a fight I cannot
win must days.
I’m fighting for my life,
Oh, when will it be seen as
brave?
When will I be able to be
honest to others about it?
When will I be able to not be
afraid of my mental illness?
Or upset by it?
Oh, I have a dream,
That one day I’ll be able to
show to the world
Just how strong people with
mental illnesses are.
Show them the strength it
takes
To fight your mind everyday
To take a mental beating one
day
And the next day come out
strong.
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