Mentally Free by Janine Pounder

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They called me ‘mental’, ‘mad’ and ‘trippy’

but they didn’t care to see 

to push past their own perceptions and learn about what was bothering me.

Never making the grade, never conforming to normality

I once considered it a curse

now I relise I am free.

I think and I feel

I experience pain

I reflect on my being through its joys and it shame.

I know myself through and through and

in this knowladge comes truth.


Never think your mad, never think your bad

never think your nothing

forgive yourself when you’re sad.

You feel therefore you live

You breathe therefore you are

A universe in a dream

Within dark forests you are a star. 




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