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A poem called "Cage of his Mind"

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Cage of his Mind ~

He is a prisoner from the inside,
They say his cries are never valid.
Silent screams echo in his mind,
And his own tears taste like acid.

To other people, he's always kind,
While in his mouth a taste is metallic.
They always pretend they are blind,
And see nothing of his face too pallid.

He tries from his own prison to unbind,
They scold him: stop being dramatic!
Lonely, alone, unseen, undermined,
For other people, completely emphatic.

Pleads for help are always set aside,
They say there's no reason to be so erratic.
He struggles to find his inner pride,
And his own body feels ceramic.

He breaks, and he falls, and people just sigh,
They don't care, they're not enthusiastic.
Lying in bed, he wishes to just die,
Once, twice, countless times, it's tragic.

If he should forfeit the battle, say goodbye,
They'll be in shock, for how could he quit?
We loved him, he's too good in his grave to lie,
But he didn't know: you never said it.

And if he decides one more time to try,
For he realizes he might have some worth.
Maybe one day, in December or July,
He shall find his true place on Earth.

Perhaps he could finally learn to love,
The world; himself, just the way he is:
Special, and strong, and amazing, all above.
And he will rejoice that he still lives.

- A Poet in Attempt

~ About the Poem

This poem is a shout out to countless people out there who battle their own minds every single day. You're literally the strongest people I've ever met. The poem is a reminder to try to find love in your hearts for yourselves. Because you're worthy and your own greatest heroes. Maybe it's a little personal for me too because I'm one of those fighters against their own minds.

It's also an important reminder for everyone else.

We're usually too invested in our own bubble of reality, and we fail to notice when our loved ones need help. Even when they ask for it, we dismiss it as irrelevant. We don't understand them, so we think it's not a big deal. We think they're overreacting for no reason at all. While we dismiss their struggles as unimportant and sleep peacefully, they lie awake suffering, alone. Over and over again.

And if (heaven forbid) something bad happens, we're angry at them. We call them selfish but we don't realize that we're the selfish ones, and not them. We forget that one part of the responsibility lies on our shoulders too. So, this poem is a reminder to never take our loved ones and their issues for granted. No matter how trivial something seems to us, maybe for them it isn't, and they deserve to be acknowledged.

It's a reminder that we could, we should, and must do better. Be better. We should listen better, and love everyone more, and hug them tighter. It's our responsibility to do our best to make them feel loved, and important, and valid.

And a world might become a better place because of it.

"Nothing is more terrifying than battling with your own mind every single day."

— Unknown Author

© 2021 Ivana Divac

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