Poem: “Mr Mentalist”

To support Time to Talk Day on 3 February 2022, our Creative Writing Group led by Michele has come up with a series of wonderful and heartfelt pieces discussing mental health stigma.

This fifth piece is a poem called “Mr Mentalist” written by Robert.

“Mr Mentalist please, can u let me get out of my bed,

Mr Depression has called and I want 2 go back 2 the dreams that I had.

He always calls when I fail, and makes me wish I was dead.

Please Mr Mentalist please, can you let me rest my own head.

But now I’ve dragged myself up I’m freaky deaking right out,

Old friend Mr Anxiety has visited ‘n given me a sharp clout.

Please Mr Mentalist can u give me some pills to calm my self-doubt,

I can’t find my phone or keys and I’m flipping right out.

I go from zero to a hundred in a flick of an eye,

People think I’m crazy mazy when they hear me swear ‘n cry.

All I wanted to do was get my laptop 2 work ‘n comply,

But now I’m a swearing freak and people look at me ‘n sigh.

Oh please Mr Mentalist can you sort out my paranoid feelings,

I keep hearing people on mute just thinking I’m not worth dealing.

All I want is some-one to come ‘n give me some proper mental healing,

But I don’t trust nobody to come in here ‘n walk out without stealing.

I know the old rhyme, that Paranoia will destroy ya,

But I hear silent people on my screen bitching ‘n laughing “ha ha”.

I got that feeling that all the people are just looking at me jotting all my flaws,

I can’t relax at all, ‘n my paranoid shoulder monkey is ripping, bear claw.

So please Mr Mentalist, can you do me a massive favour,

I got the schizo twitcho ithcos, with no sign of a saviour.

Leaves are raining down with flashing lights ‘n my mind is all misbehaviour,

I’m scared I’ll do something crazy ‘n stupid, and I need a lifesaver.

All the shrinks say I’m just screwed up and they can’t even help,

I’m ashamed to be ashamed, coz I just wanna it all dealt.

I get letter after letter saying I need to do my own self-help,

If I could sort my own crazy out, I would have if I could have, but it’s pure agony to self.

So please Mr Mentalist can you make people understand me,

That I ain’t angry on purpose and I just want people to like me.

It’s seeming more ‘n more like this world don’t have a place I can just be,

And for anyone to relate its 2 late, I’m just a thorn on that big mental tree.”

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