Get out the cameras
Another awareness week.
Hand out an award.
Then give it a tweet.

At compassion and caring. You say you’re the best. But I’m sat here crying. Remote from the rest.

Ticking all the boxes.
While i’m stacking them up.
Glossy teamwork photos.
Don’t show my dirty cup.

I don’t want to hear
Of another awareness week.
It only reminds me. Sometimes I’m sad and i’m weak.

No fanfare no fireworks. No simple hellos. No smiles to acknowledge. Nobody else feeling low?

Ask me quiet question. It could brighten my day. How are things going? Hello are you ok?