I am the 1%.

I am not insane. I am ME.

I hear voices but there’s no one their 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 of me.
I’m 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 depressed.
But don’t pass me by 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 you their is still hope.
There’s hope for the mentally disturbed who has no meds.
There’s hope for the homeless man with a mental diagnosis who has no one to lift him up when he feels defeated.
Give hope because you words may be the last piece of strength someone uses to get them through the night.
I vow to hold the torch of hope for us all.

Published by Ericka A.

I am 32 years old, I'm a writer and my goal here is to share all the tips I know with how to keep your whole being healthy.