Veins

Mental health poem, based on my experience having extreme mood swings due to my mental health. It shows how your body keeps you alive even when you don't want it to.

Blue scribbles are lining my body,

Protruding, as if showing off how alive they can keep me,

While my brain rots.

I feel as fragile as the wings on a paper airplane,

And most days I rip due to turbulence.

I shudder and shake and I wish there were armrests to hold onto,

Or a seat-belt for life,

To make the crashes hit softer.

And the reason I cover myself in ink,

On my body or on a page,

Is because I insist I can hide my real skin beneath it. 

emilyisacliche

Reviews

[PandaPeaceful]

I really enjoyed this poem. This story you have created makes me crave more. I want to know more. Who she or he is, what they have gone through. Great job!

[Mel Jayne]

Nice extended metaphor. You have used some disturbing imagery in this poem that makes an interesting point. If I was analysing this poem I might say that it has the potential to be a metaphor for mental illness. This piece makes me curious for what the character is talking about, what is their real skin? Who is the mysterious they?
You clearly have talent and I enjoyed this poem.