Are You Sexy?

there’s nothing sexy about mental illness

nothing that screams out “come give me a kiss”

no one wants to see it or be around it or, even, admit

that they feel this way or the fact that they just quit

caring about those who need them the most

it’s sickening how this world looks at all of those

who are in worlds equivalent to hell

everyday that’s the place they dwell

glimpses of happiness and escape of reality

that’s so surreal, unreal and far from normalcy

I feel sorry for them, no problem looking at them

I see in their eyes all they have to give from within

why do people have to separate from whatever

isn’t completely comfortable in their world of never

seeing things outside the lines within the silver lining

glimmering, it makes them all stark shaking

they can’t help themselves almost like those

who they can’t handle being near, they dispose

of any concern or compassion and that’s cruel

don’t fucking look at me, man, I didn’t write this rule

if you don’t want to look at the truth because it’s ugly

don’t blame any of the ugly shit upon me

I didn’t make it and if you don’t start to face it

no good can ever possibly come from it

face your fears, feel what’s uncomfortable

it’s life and you have to deal with it, don’t ya know?

not everything in the world is perfect like television shows

reality shows are scripted you fucking clown – grow

yeah, sprout some nuts and climb up out of your shell

don’t you realize that you normal people aren’t well?

you can fake it better than the ones on the street

that’s because you have insurance to help you keep

it together, take your pills, pay your bills, ignore them still

then take more pills with alcohol to keep from being ill

with all that you don’t want to face in this world

call me in a few years to tell me how you curled

up in the fetal position unable to move or better still

get out to work, you lost your insurance and your pills

now you’re out on the street with those you hid from well

your part of the crowd, you never imagined you’d fail

how does it feel to be ignored by those you thought cared?

are you as hopeless and miserable and fucking scared

as the ones you avoided and despised so much?

Karma’s a bitch ain’t she, especially without a crutch

get it together, what? Are you just lazy

oh, that’s right you’re just fucking crazy

how do you feel now mister big-shot CEO?

a nervous breakdown stole your show

don’t ever think it can’t happen to you

this shit comes as random like all things do

I forgive you and I will look at you in your eyes

and I won’t judge you and I will love you, know why?

because you are still my brother in the grand scheme

there’s only love to give each other in this dream

©September 23, 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas