The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Mental Health

My mental health controls me, An enemy I cannot see. To you I may seem strange, It’s something I cannot change. Like a bird to scared to spread its wings, Down under my wings are held up by strings. Acting like I’m all just fine, Greedy to be mine. Under control by this ludicrous curse, That feeling to burst is forbidden by the nurse. Happiness is all I beg for please, Really I need to be put at ease. I’m just like all of you, I love normal things too! Except there’s a part of my heart that’s broken in two.

Matilda Guthrie

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