Passport (poem)

They gave you a passport, and a certificate
When you were born.
17 years later, you turn on the news;
The news is starting to talk about your people.

But you yourself aren’t on it, but you got hurt.
It is your people that are on it- the stigmatized.
And you weep. And you hate yourself.

So you squeeze your heart.
You bleed. You weep. You hate yourself.
And you said to yourself, “Why me?”

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that’s very real. It does something to the reader. Good share.

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Thanks @Daze! :slight_smile:

Is this about retirement ? :open_mouth:

No, this is about stigma and how it portrays people with mental illness on the news. It’s about my life, really.

Basically: I was born and given the rights of a citizen. However, after I got diagnosed with schizophrenia at age 17, things turned around and now I realized my disease is stigmatized. They talk about how people with sz kill people on the news and I’m petrified. And then I cried, I wept, etc…

that’s basically why I wrote this. I’m just deadly ashamed and petrified of sz.

Mhmm,

And exactly what are you afraid of ?:thinking:

I don’t know what I am afraid of.
I guess I’m afraid of myself.
That’s a good point that you bring up.

Yeah, I’ve come to realize that myself too.

:man_shrugging:

That’s right, it can make one afraid of one’s own self. That is so bad. Keep your heart warm and strong. :hearts: What I’m afraid of is forgetting myself.

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