I am tired of pencils pushing
into the gray folds of my introverted
controverted brain. What’s wrong
with eccentric, the old soul
at center, the ghost
not yet come?
I am more than the sum
of my failings, my frailings,
my dumb inconsiderate
railings at life.
So why label it?
Poet's Note: The prompt...Mental Health Day. I'll confess I don't have a lot of personal experience in this area. I know a few people with issues...and I don't ask them about it. Not my business. And I've wondered what a professional would make of the mess that is my brain...but I've never gone in to ask.
I'm always a little leery of labels. There's nothing wrong with having mental issues or getting help for them. Please do. I have a problem with the labels. Why do we have to slap a sticker on people? I always feel like it's setting expectation...can't we just get to know each other...all of our oddities and quibbles without the caveat...oh this person has, is or was x, y and z?
I don't know. I'm not sure I know what I'm talking about. Hope I haven't offended anyone...'twas not my intent.