I hear voices but there’s no one there for me to respond to.
So I talk to myself.
I need truth.
Please don’t look down on me.
I am a product of our society.
This is me speaking honestly.
Sometimes anxiety get the best me.
Im just like you, I need to reach my destiny.
I got a lot of mental barriers I gotta knock down.
I wish you knew I need love and care too.
Don’t try to take away my dignity.
My freedom belongs to me.
Let me speak my mind, even if you don’t understand what I’m saying.
A healthy way of expression is crucial for my well being.
I may be schizophrenic, bipolar, or even depressed.
But dont by pass me just yet.
I have knowledge and education that will increase my survival skills.
Even though I have mental breakdowns at times that’s against my own will.
Look at my eyes and they’ll show their is still hope.
There is hope for the mentally disturbed that has no meds.
There’s hope for the homeless man with a mental ilness who has no one to lift him up when he feels defeated.
Give hope because your words may be the last piece of strength someone uses to get them through the night.
I vow to hold the torch of hope us all.
To whom it may concern,
Sincerely Ericka A.