Silent Witnesses |
Written by Erica | |||
We've seen it all; Silent witnesses, holding our tongues and smiling at questioning faces Hiding in corners to avoid a fathers violent rampage Offering comforting words to a mother who hasn't stopped crying for days Making excuses to friends because our homes aren't fit for outsiders Accused of everything under the sun, always the guilty targets of mania's irrational tounge Insecurity casts a dark and brooding storm over a future that once looked bright They scream and they cry holding kitchen knives with bloodshot eyes And we do the looking after Telling ourselves we are happy because we have forgotten what it feels like But to believe that what we feel is happiness is better than admitting that there's anything wrong To need help is to be like them A smile becomes automatic and so do the lies that suggest normality But when the nights are quiet and we can snatch a few minutes to ourselves The barricades come crashing down leaving us with glittering trails on cheeks and the taste of salt on the tongue And we will never find security within ourselves because we don't know who we are Children of the mentally ill
Erica Australia
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