Butterfly

She’s mixing vodka with echo falls She’s taking Prozac and climbing the walls She wants to silence the voice in her head Determined that she won’t act out what he said But life’s getting hard without any support And all of her thoughts they begin to distort The voices get angry when she won’t comply And she longs to once more be that radient butterfly As a child the colours were always so bright But then in her teens it became so contrite She cries an ocean but no one builds a bridge There is no path to ahigher ridge And she’s writing songs that she won’t ever sing Seeking a peace that they can never bring They gave her a label said it’s schizophrenia Then people shunned her because of the media Don’t treat mental illness as though it’s contagious Don’t think that the sufferers are always rampageous The ‘mentally ill’ are just like all the others It could be your sister, parents or brothers. A little understanding would go a long way And this is a thing that we all must convey Because mental illnesses is misunderstood So let’s end this discrimination for good.