Maybe the reason we get slapped with labels like “depression” and “anxiety” is because we aren’t blind. The world calls us mentally ill but maybe we are the only ones actually sane. We can see that life is complicated fucked-up and there is no cure. We can’t stop our ears to the cries of starving children women being raped and mutilated the bombs falling in countries because of money and power We can’t look away as the rich pile up their wealth and the poor are turned away empty and the people say “Amen” We can’t stop feeling the pain of the world it sears our guts whips our minds and we can’t understand how others are blind and deaf and stone. Perhaps that’s why churches teach you to forget about the earth to think only of heaven they know their gospel is too weak to conquer the hell that is life it’s easier to threaten a Hell after life than it is to bring heaven to earth. And so everyone busies themselves refusing to see the flames around them insulating themselves from the pain of others rationalizing injustice shrugging their shoulders at the horrors “Only Jesus can fix it” meaning that they’re not going to try and meantime there’s that church building to enlarge and that political point to be scored and America to take back for God or somebody so here, take this pill so you stop making everyone else uncomfortable. The world calls us mentally ill but maybe we are the only ones actually sane.
This makes a lot of sense to me, your poem. I get it.
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