S T I G M A
secrecy, angry, sympathy
unknowing but always assuming.
we mustn’t share
only in hushed tones and lowered eyes,
behind closed doors and swept under rugs,
our dirty secrets hide.
we are the suppressed and silenced
believed to be weak, unworthy, incapable, unemployable, unlovable,
breakable, and replaceable.
we are the mentally ill
but we are so much more.
mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
friends, teachers, mentors, and lovers.
we must hold our heads high
and choke back our pride,
as we fight our demons