People throw the word mental around like it’s some kind of ball.
They have no idea who they are affecting at all.
I glare at you with dagger eyes, trying to tell you but it seems  you’ll never understand,
like I’m on the island of knowing, and you're in the water unable to reach land.
I carefully close my eyes calmly, trying not to hear,
but it’s horribly hard when the word is near.
I catch a bit here, I catch a bit there.
To my surprise it’s almost everywhere.
You start a sentence and I know exactly what word will walk in next.
You’d love to think yourself as so complex,
but on the contrary you are just like everyone else,
just so full of yourself.
I want to shout that I am normal, even though I’m not,
you see, I fit under that category mental a lot,
many don’t know this because I’m not willing to share,
it just seems that if I did no one would care.
They don’t know how common it is, 1 in 75 is the statistic,
so I shouldn’t be considered a misfit! 
A disorder I have, but there’s nothing wrong with that,
sometimes I just feel like I’m having a heart attack.
It starts with a ripple on the ocean,
then becomes a tsunami like motion.
My heart starts to pound,
and it’s making this sound,
like it’s knocking on the door,
it’s a feeling I have had before.
They tell me, “You can’t run,
you have to face this head on.
There is a cure, you will see,”
they promised. Soon happy I would be.