Deafening Whispers
It's Mental Health Month
The health inside of your head they say
Maybe we should give it a special day
Just a day? Not a week? Or even longer
It would get the message over stronger
The ethereal things you can’t figure out
Those niggling things that cause doubt
It happens to everyone, but some hide
Armoured in embarrassment and pride
The mental whispers, struggles abound
Just keep them quiet, make no sound
Revelation's a strength, said to your face
Whilst ridiculing your falling at life’s pace
Speak up, you must unburden yourself
This sort of issue can’t be left on a shelf
Might say you’re crazy, and to be feared
Like a contagion, because they’re scared
The talking is for you and has to be done
It’s the way mental battles can be won
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Q-ell Betton
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