First fissure

People don’t go to the house anymore
Because experts think they know what it is
The shape, the tone and texture
So easily defined
Treatable
So we return to our homes
The new children of this illness
Literature
Lifestyle recommendations
A handful of meds
People have coping strategies
Resources
People they can ask
Places they can go
Numbers they can dial
I remember being in the hospital and hearing the question
– Have you ever seen anyone come back from this?
– I don’t know.
But I did
I came back
I showed you I could stand on my own two feet
But while the mania is gone
What you will not understand
Is that it’s all still going
Beneath the illusion of wellness
Beneath my very skin, running through my veins
Floating on the surface of my eye
Reaching out through my hair
And I know you’re just as afraid of me
While I hide behind the illusion of my wellness
You hide behind the illusion of knowledge
So that we don’t have to face the fact
That truly we have no idea
We don’t know what is happening
But don’t worry about it
You just go on your merry way
And remind yourself that it isn’t happening to you
That ultimate end that swiftly approaches
Seeks out only me