Mentally Ill — Summary

I'm happy and depressed Mad and sad Lonely and suffocated Wanting to cry but to aware of the fakeness of these tears Wanting to thrash around but staying as still as a statue Afraid of living but tired of dying This is my cry for help Because I'm unable speak up Always showing a smile but speaking violently Hating my thoughts but loving my opinions Scared of the dark but i fell for the black space that surrounds me I'm as silent as a mouse while i scream for help at the top of my lungs Please help me let me solve my own problems I'm not bipolar my emotions are always together A marriage of 4 that never divorces Breaking me into one piece The night is my morning And morning my night Drooping eyes with lively pupils Always tired while wide awake It hurts so much please take it out I don't want it anymore but I need it I'm in love with it I'm again realizing my pain is my love for hatred Or is it my hatred for the love I need I don't know anymore I need pain to get rid of this pain

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"Mentally Ill" is a list of contradictions, and that is the point. The speaker is happy and depressed, silent and screaming, afraid of living yet tired of dying. Nearly every line sets two feelings side by side and refuses to pick one. The effect is a mind that feels trapped, pulled in every direction at once, with no way to settle.

The speaker also hides this behind a smile and struggles to speak up, so the poem becomes the "cry for help" it names. Yet they ask to solve their own problems, which shows how torn they are about being seen. The ending is the most painful part. Pain is both the thing they want gone and something they feel attached to, even love. By the last line they need pain to get rid of pain. The mood is exhausted, confused, and raw, and the unpolished writing makes it feel more honest, like a private confession.

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