We are all in one
But we are not one
We are not multiples
We are simply mentally ill

Some days one cries all day
Other days one faces the world triumphantly
Then another day one hides behind her mask

It’s not a perfect way we live
Being mentally ill rarely is

We pray to be well someday
Knowing it means two of us will leave
With the third left to cope
It scares us thinking of being alone

Who will carry the mask?
Who will fight off the darkness?
Who will face the demons?

Thanks for reading,


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