From the Perspective of My Mental Illness
I’m the voice buried deep inside your head.
The one that makes you scared
that you might wish
that you would better off be dead.
I’m that voice so deep inside your head.
The one that makes you
Filled with so much
Dread.
And can they all hear the voice inside your head?
And what if you shouldn’t trust your memories?
And just listen to me instead?
Please oh please, listen to me,
And be free
From what you assume to be
Reality.
And when you do, Don’t you dare, look out of that window and stare.
Because then you’ll think you’re falling in the air.
Or that you want to, What do you want, you?
Just give it to me straight.
Because I'll be your downfall, or so you think.
The end all be all, that makes you sink.
Sometimes you’ll doubt that I was even ever here.
And feel guilty, guilty you ever told anyone, that I was what you fear.
So don’t call me, Irrational.
Just fall for me, It’s natural.
Not to feel this way, because you’re my only prey,
And heed every word I say, Till your mind turns dull and gray.
And you can’t even go outside.
And you don’t know it’s just inside.
I’m you, I just have to be, Your mind when it’s left to be free.
I’m a part of you, I know that makes you cry, but would I ever lie?
To my own self, To my own mind, just to make life horrifying?
Because now every moment’s death defying,
Because your scared of what you’d think of doing,
It’s something not worth pursuing,
But keep running down, This same old train of thought,
until you get caught thinking again, by yourself.
I’m Connor Hunt.
All you need to know for this poem is that I have OCD.
This can lead to me having intrusive thoughts, which do not represent my genuine beliefs or desires.
This poem is from the perspective of those thoughts.