Trying
I'm trying hard to protect my inner peace.
I'm feeling emotionally challenged everyday.
I know I'm capable of thinking rationally.
Yet I need someone to listen to me.
"Mom, I need to see a counselor.", I say hesitantly.
I recall how she always called the doctor,
even when I'd a slight fever.
And today, she walked away when I really needed help.
"Depression doesn't exist for real", she claimed!
That's probably why I've put on my "I'm perfectly fine" mask again.
If only she could realise the vitality of mental health.
She'd never call me "lazy" or "aimless" ever again.
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