Every day is war to me,
A struggle to obtain reality.
A shower, my make-up, putting on my shoes.
It's hard to see the point some days,
And no one has a clue.
I have been deemed so many things
By those who wouldn't know.
High maintenance, a worrier,
A girl putting on a show.
I've been trained to feel unworthy,
Ugly and hard to love.
The pills, they make me tired,
But I get by just enough.
Sometimes I feel that I'm one mistake away
From losing all I've suffered for.
While every day is a success,
I am tired of my war.
The Everyday Struggle With Mental Illness
I think this poem was a very good insight into what it is like to have anxiety, I am currently having an attack now and it is nice to have proof that I am not alone. Most of my friends don't...
Internal War
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014 with permission of the Author.
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The poem was so true. I, and most people with mental problems, do find everyday living a problem. Also, we feel alone and do not fit in with society.