Wails of the Insane

She thinks to herself, “Why me, why me?

Why can’t they see

My constant fight for sanity?”

One good day, month, year…

How long does she have to live with the fear?

The fear of falling back?

Of loosing track?

Going back

To making her mental suicide

How long will the insanity simply subside?

When will it finally end?

As she turns to comfort from a dangerous friend.

Every day is a battle, an endless war

But how long before

Her inevitable evil takes control?

At least she finds comfort, at least she’s consoled.

Tired of disappointing the ones she loves

Simple, pure happiness is what she dreams of.

Why can’t it be easier for her?

Like it is for every other person?

When as time moves on, her conditions only worsen.

Feeling her sickness striking again,

Her mind says, “You cannot win!”

When will it all end?!?

Condemned to suffer, trying to mend,

To no avail.

Why does no one hear my wail?

Heather L. Johnson

2001