I would like to preface this with the following trigger warnings: Depression, panic attacks, anxiety, abduction, death.

Mockery

I am fierce, and I am relentless: I only take prisoners, I don’t outright kill.

That’s not to say none die by my hand: Many decide that with me, suicide is where they stand.

I sneak into the minds of many; claiming who I will, when I will,

I twist their minds, wreak their nerves, I take what they love and turn it all against them!

My victims are left, helpless, feeble, weak… Or so they think…

I declare sovereignty over people, working them from inside, like puppets on my hand.

I make them think they’re faking it, making it up for attention, “It can’t be as bad as you thin—”

Wait…that’s not all me. You help with that, don’t you? Do you know who I am?

I am the one you mock in jest, the one you imitate in loud voices for petty reasons!

When you feel…

A little stressed: “Oh, I feel like I have anxiety!”

Surprised out of nowhere: “Stop it! You’ll give me a panic attack!”

Like someone is watching you for a moment: “God, I’m so paranoid!

Or maybe a bit more sad than normal: “I’m so depressed!”

Ha! Anxiety is feeling like your mind is scattered and shattered all over the floor,

You’re desperately trying to pick up the pieces as they continue to fall,

All you get for your troubles are cuts to hide! There’s where the panic attack resides…

Calming yourself while hiding yourself, your mind screaming, but all you can do is cry.

Here is where Paranoia skips in, asking in her wake: “Are you judging? Do you judge?

How can you not judge this pathetic pile of blubbering mess?!”

Sorry, that was Depression creeping into the mix, stealing all your happy tricks.

So do you know me now? Do you mock me still?

Mental Illness is my name, claiming lives is my game…and I am so good at it.

Do you invoke me in vain, to your friends, your family, those whom I may claim?

Do you mock me to my own? Honey, you’re playing a dangerous game.

Remember…Mockery is not always flattery.