
When you hear the whispers enter into your ears,
Then maybe you can listen without tears,
Or perhaps they are pestering and staticy
Or daring, tempting or rackety,
Then you might really know what its like to be
delusional, hallucinatory, or possibly just able to see;
Past the veil that we all wear so poignantly
Claiming that we have nothing others can’t see.
But oh the skeletons are tap tapping upon the door
To show us oh so much more,
Than anyone is wiling or possibly able to admit
That they too have issues that “Fit”
The labels that they have placed upon us,
The decision that they simply MUST
Fix us and do it quick and what they claim is decently
Instead of appreciating the diversity
Lump lump lump into one single pile
Line up for the medicines and do it with a smile!
Such atrocities are prevalent even today,
Although it seems like something from ancient age
A time directly from a historical page
Where those with insight or “visions”
Were locked in the attics and basements like a prison.
Coming out of the closet is quite a task you see
For if the illness should be spread about me,
My small little town would begin that buzzing sound,
And my reputation would be bound,
To an illness that none of them can view,
But regardless they would pull away too!
Just as so many others that I thought I could trust
With the treasured secret of my psyche dust.
For many cobwebs, mist, and distractions,
Definitely affect my reactions!
Even the skeleton that I hide
Deep in the shadows of the closet’s inside,
Behind the draping clothing and mirage of collections,
Sits my bare skeleton.
Yet it too has seemed to don a mask quite vibrantly,
To keep some of its personal decency.
For judgment, stigma, ostracization,
NAH none of that could be outside its closet station.
And if it were, what then I ask?
Would it run clanking back to the task,
Of hiding itself amongst the wardrobe and donning the mask?
Unfortunately it’s the safest spot it seems,
Until society is ready for the stream,
Of realization of the power of the mind,
How bps can be ONLY one of a kind,
NO we aren’t all the same you see
Instead we are very individually…
Our own little entities just as you are too,
So judge us not until you see just exactly what amazing things we can do!
For oh it’s so hard to understand the workings of the mind,
But do you think you have it straight, and know what kind
Of thoughts, ideas, creations we face boldly in our heads,
How we face each day with determination instead
Of luxury of the peaceful mind and body?
Think again my darling, for you haven’t a clue,
Yet you’re trying is a comfort too,
So never give up the vigilant cause
Of accepting others no matter their flaws.
Take care those with the fire within,
To keep your head high and hold up that chin,
For you are a worthy soul, no different from the others,
No matter what gossip or media or the masses cover,
We know the truth, oh so deep inside,
That the path we travel is narrow yet sometimes too wide,
Just take the high road and know
That letting your true colors show,
Can only help you come to fruitation,
For you were made as a special creation….
Just as the rest, only they want to be combined,
Into a group that is rather confined.
Let your creativity flow, let the bp take its course and show,
The AMAZINGLY detailed things that we ALREADY know!
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