I wake yet again
To another weary day of war
To which I’ll go
Once more to war
The days all blend
From battle to battle
For who will win?
I know not.
The battle rages on and on
But who I’m fighting?
I know not
I enter each battlefield
With sword and shield
I enter the haze of smoke and gore
I hear the cries and shouts of men
Some without limbs and heads and skin
I roar my cry
I swing my sword
A sing my song to the battle lords
The only haze in this field of mine
Is that battle I fight, is only of mind
The people I see day to day
Piss me off and test my sway
I’ll fight them and curse them and rage in my head
The problem is not the patients in bed
The people I hate and curse and despise
Are the people who battle by my side
The workers in this place are all so insolent
Think themselves better than the cause we fight
They joke and jest and degrade them in whisper
But when confronted they rage their temper
I defend and explain and use my words
But only to hear their cries of attack
For when it comes to them, they do not react
With console and understanding
But more fight me back claiming I’m too demanding
I do not care for the people I stand with
If it was up to me, I’d cut them down
Chop them up and molest their own mind
With the terrors these people face
In their own sight and mind
I curse the people who I stand with in this field
I only hope
When the day is done
They too face
A mental health demon
Wish they had someone like me to help them
For I will not offer
They do not deserve them
I hope they rot and turn to mush
In their own pile of arrogant mush
I hate the people who stand next to me
I do not feel home
Not all you see
In the field of mental health, sometime the only one you can trust
Is simply yourself