Mental illness is inside

It’s not physical, it’s “mental”

So you can’t tell

If someone suffers

A mental illness.

That’s what they say.

That’s what they say…

But you can.

It’s written in the eyes

On the face.

We live in a world of in and out

Come and go

Now or not.

When is the last time you looked

Into someone’s eyes

For more than 30 seconds

During a conversation

Or held an intimate moment.

Depression lodges itself in the lids

Mania stirs itself in the eye

And eyes tell a story

A physical


To the inside.

The mental illness rests


As it sits outside

On the face.



Excerpt from Inside the Insane

We run to a person that slips on wet pavement and help them to their toes, or call 911 when a dog gets hit by a car, but we look the other way, uncomfortable, when someone walks down the street disheveled yelling to nothing in the air.  We call 911 after the blood visibly runs down the wrists after a razor blade lunch. By then, it’s too late.