People Pretend

People pretend,
But they really don’t care,
They seem genuine,
But they’re blowing hot air,
For all they demand,
Is attention and fare,
Yes people pretend,
But they really don’t care.

People are cruel,
They will suck you right in,
You’ll think you are loved,
But it’s only a spin,
That speaks of acceptance,
But drips with chagrin,
Yes people are cruel,
They will suck you right in.

People will judge,
Till hypocrisy gleams,
Emotional drama,
Enchants so it seems,
Convincing you that,
You’re a waste of good dreams,
Yes people will judge,
Till hypocrisy gleams.

People will laugh,
At the mess that is you,
A mental health struggle,
So drenched in taboo,
The stigma eroding,
Denying what’s true,
Yes People will laugh,
At the mess that is you.

People pretend,
To be current and cool,
But deep underneath,
They are jealous and cruel,
Accepting of nothing,
They preach like a tool,
When people pretend,
All I see is a fool.

I Had It Good

I had it good,
For eight whole weeks,
But as for now,
The black dog speaks,
It’s voice was tempered,
For a while,
But now it barks,
With festered bile.

I had it good,
My mood was smooth,
I thought I’d found,
My lifestyle groove,
But madness cuts,
Like razor blades,
I want to hide,
Beneath my shades.

I had it good,
Then drama struck,
I guess I’m just,
Plain out of luck,
This world was never,
Meant for me,
If hopes were mine,
I’d gladly flee.

I had it good,
Then anger grew,
It’s fight not flight,
My knuckles knew,
The only way,
To save my whole,
Is fight the hate,
That burns my soul.

I had it good,
But then I fell,
There is no heaven,
Only hell,
The echo of,
A heart that bleeds,
For wilted dreams,
That grew from weeds.

I had it good,
Then life blew up,
It’s acid rain,
That fills my cup,
The mess is left,
For me to clean,
This never ending,
Trauma scene.

I had it good,
But now I don’t,
I hope for will,
But live with won’t,
It lies in wait,
An awful pun,
I had it good,
But madness won.

Babes & Bros

I joined a group of babes and bros,
Who do denounce the status quos,
And live a life that’s masc and proud,
Inspiring all to shout aloud.

I joined a group of epic hearts,
Embracing all the awkward parts,
For lifting weights belays the blue,
We shed the past to build anew.

I joined a group of wayward souls,
Who share my dream and fitness goals,
To be a force of truth and word,
So all our voices can be heard.

I joined a group of badass minds,
Courageous in their daily grinds,
It is an honour to subscribe,
And be a member of the tribe.

I joined a group of babes and bros,
We navigate the highs and lows,
For life is love and laugh and play,
As babes and bros, we rule the day.

The Good Place

No wars inside to pull apart,
My soul at peace and too my heart,
Contentment filling every void,
No longer feelings to avoid.

Anxiety, a quiet hush,
I do not feel that urgent rush,
To solve each problem here and now,
Nor plough the thoughts that furrow brow.

And too a stillness heals my mind,
No longer twisted in a bind,
I breathe with such a quiet ease,
My spirit floating on a breeze.

And should my mood grow dark & cold,
I know there is a quiet hold,
Where I can rest and find my free,
A good place, that was meant to be.

The Prison

I’m held within a prison,
That the world is blind to see,
And walls cannot be broken,
For my soul to wander free,
It’s hidden in a musty realm,
The gaoler filled with glee,
The rules forever changing,
And a lock that holds no key.

I’m stuck inside a dungeon,
Medieval torture calls,
With terror and revulsion,
Dripping from its nasty walls,
The hatred eating through my flesh,
The rusted shackle mauls,
Reminding me my ship has sailed,
Blown forth by violent squalls.

I’m trapped inside a living hell,
That toys with head and heart,
Emotions cruelly twisted,
In a game that rips apart,
The truth of my existence,
And the sanity I chart,
It’s clear that life is brutal,
With no future from the start.

I’m held within a prison,
And the world forever blind,
Was never really bothered,
As I slowly lost my mind,
No empathy, just circumspect,
For crazy’s what you’ll find,
I’m held within a prison,
And the guard is so unkind.

It’s Been A Few Weeks

It’s been a few weeks,
Since my words busted free,
Escaping this prison,
Of tormented scree,
That lives in the lines,
Of contemptible glee,
Yes it’s been a few weeks,
Since I penned a new plea.

It’s been a few weeks,
Since my feet trampled earth,
Instead I’ve been stuck,
In this bubble of mirth,
Amassing the cost,
Of debatable worth,
Yes it’s been a few weeks,
Since I questioned my birth.

It’s been a few weeks,
Since I cared for a bite,
That didn’t have sweetener,
Drowning my sight,
My IBS causing,
Such horrible blight,
Yes it’s been a few weeks,
Since I swallowed my plight.

It’s been a few weeks,
Since my words busted free,
I cannot remember,
When time was a spree,
Instead of this mirror,
Where visions decree,
Yes it’s been a few weeks,
Since I’ve recognised me.

It Surely Makes You Wonder

It surely makes you wonder,
When your head is all a miss,
Will darkness rule your weary mind,
Or turn your thoughts to bliss,
And even if the night is bright,
Will madness draw it’s kiss,
Yes it surely makes you wonder,
When you stand at the abyss.

It surely makes you contemplate,
When days just like today,
Are tossing raw emotions,
Into anxious disarray,
But then you find a friendly ear,
That lets you have your say,
Yes it surely makes you contemplate,
How blue skies conquer grey.

It surely makes you mindful,
When you find where you fit in,
No longer scared to be yourself,
Or live inside your skin,
And joy can come from darkness,
If you only let it win,
Yes it surely makes you mindful,
When the victories begin.

It surely makes you grateful,
When your heart and soul align,
And trails go on for miles,
Beneath a canopy divine,
Where footsteps mark the beat,
For nature’s majesty to shine,
Yes it surely makes you grateful,
When those comforts intertwine.

It surely makes you wonder,
When your head is all a miss,
Will darkness rule your mind,
And take you into the abyss,
Or will you run some mountains,
And embrace adventure’s bliss,
Yes it used to make me wonder,
Now I long for nature’s kiss.

Med Dread

Can’t breathe, can’t think,
Feel as though I’m on the brink,
Take a pill, still not calm,
Fighting thoughts that do me harm.

Cold night, cold air,
Trapped within a hollow stare,
Want to fly, want to flee,
I hate the world for judging me.

Weary soul, weary head,
I’m not ashamed of wounds I’ve bled,
Lost in crazy, lost insane,
My words are all that will remain.

Can’t sleep, can’t blink,
I’m drowning but I cannot sink,
The side effects of life’s cruel game,
Are running through my wayward brain.

Chase joy, chase fun,
In dreams by chance I choose to run,
The roller coaster speeds ahead,
As meds regale their awful dread.

The Cuckoo’s Nest

The cuckoo’s nest is so sublime,
It fuels my captivating rhyme,
With intertwining highs and lows,
And manic muse that ebbs and flows,

It’s padded with a wealth of age,
That sublimates each turning page,
Illuminating thoughts within,
Still buried underneath my skin,

Like chapters of a torrid past,
Which act like sails upon a mast,
And steer me through the rugged tides,
Where vast adventure surely hides,

And beckons me to chase the light,
Releasing fears that of the night,
Do cripple with their silent rage,
And pledge this world a mortal stage,

But one in which my feet are ground,
And tuned towards a peaceful sound,
That rises from the water’s edge,
Caressing nature in its pledge,

To guarantee a better life,
That sheds this convoluted strife,
Immersing senses here and now,
Where harmony does take a bow,

And guides the hapless towards hope,
Where hearts align and spirits cope,
On nature’s trails where fear is best,
Tossed back inside the cuckoo’s nest.

Toxic Positivity

It’s toxic positivity,
These platitudes they speak,
Designed to put themselves at ease,
And flabbergast the meek,
Another form of ridicule,
No empathy just gloat,
I swear if one more person chants,
I’ll punch them in the throat.

It’s toxic positivity,
We struggle not the same,
A thought, a quote, a notion,
Often driving me insane,
Dismissed for negativity,
Placated for my tries,
To hide behind a happy face,
Is nothing short of lies.

It’s toxic positivity,
In atmospheric tense,
‘Cause all these candied gratitudes,
Are just a wire fence,
Encasing false bravados,
Shaming truths that lie within,
Unless you face reality,
You’ll never truly win.

It’s toxic positivity,
These Pollyanna chides,
Unless you sensor feelings fraught,
The world around you hides,
We’re all in this together,
It will work out in the end,
But only if you’re silent,
When the platitudes extend.

It’s toxic positivity,
But I am not bemused,
I feel the way I feel,
And my resolve will not be fused,
With bitter sweet harmonics,
That upset my repartee,
Come running with your toxic joy,
And watch me aptly flee.

It’s toxic positivity,
These platitudes they speak,
To hide behind a happy mask,
Is surely for the weak,
We do not struggle equally,
My rage and anger free,
The pain that lies within my soul,
That makes me truly me.