Life usually comes;
With many choices.
Except when one can't control;
When she hears voices.

To many,
Mental illness is a joke;
I wish that that illusion;
Would go up in smoke.

For each person has a reality;
Different from another;
Your mother, your father;
Your sister, and your brother.

Sometimes one's mental;
Fragility;
Scatters along the branches;
Of one's family tree.

There are things in life;
One just can't avoid;
Which is often a source;
For one to be annoyed.

But, we can only be;
Who we are.
One's answer may be near;
Another's may be far.