FOREIGN LAND

The foreign land of being mentally ill.

A secret that 
had long been kept
Soon got so bad, 
I knew I needed help.
So many days, 
I’ve felt so enraged;
Is this how animals feel 
when they’re caged?
These days I wonder 
just who I am,
Because there are days 
I don’t give a damn.
Through all the seasons,
Roaming this foreign land;
Blowing up for reasons 
I cannot understand.
Hormone deficiencies--
forever changed,
Feeling like a monster 
who’s terribly deranged.
I’ve traveled this bad land
and others have too.
How did I wind up here?
I haven’t a clue!
It takes a lot of strength 
to face it head on
After I sought help, 
I made my secret known
To let other women know 
they’re not traveling alone.

© 2015 SJ Mullins