I
have been through an odyssey of ill-health –
Some
symptoms obvious while others in stealth,
While
hiding away not wanting to face another day
The
voices and aggressive behaviour come into play.
Who
am I, a multitude of alters and countenances
That
sadly come at different levels of insane prices,
As
in punishing myself into being quite unwell –
A
prolonging suffering cursed mad mental spell.
To
punch oneself in the face
With
my faculties out of place,
Let’s
face it, it is a truly shit
Way
to behave with some grit.
Who
are you – what are you about,
Do
you loudly scream and shout
In
an insane behavioural sad storm
About
not being at a comfy ‘norm’.
We
all get angry, but I get unruly
With
me, myself and I, a truly
Negative
way to insanely behave –
So
fatefully and mentally grave.
©
Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
An edited piece.
Please note I am well at the moment.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
I believe we all get angry with ourselves Andrew. Whether it is the ituations we're in or how we percieve them. Don't be hard on yourself.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. This is an old piece. Lots of us suffer in some way or another in life, paying the price of strife. I'm well at the moment. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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