Always in tears, her head in her hands,
She realises that no one understands,
That her mind's in a mess,
An alien feeling she can't caress.

She's searched in vain,to ease her pain,
That grips her brain,drives her quite insane.
There is no reason of which she's aware,
That drives her to the depths of utter despair.

Where are you her guiding light,
When she needs your Heavenly might,
To keep her strong against her fight,
With an invisible illness and terrible plight.

Show her that you are always here,
Ready to shed a heartfelt tear,
About the pain she tries to bear,
And causes her anguish beyond compare.

Alone at night she needs you near,
When the darkness concentrates her fear,
Of noises thundering in her head,
Incoherent thoughts fill her with dread.

In familiar places,with friendly faces,
She is ill at ease with social graces.
The personality that once shone,
With her self esteem, has quietly gone.

She looks at buildings, parks and sky,
And tries to reason where or why,
Her troubled mind has desparingly fled,
And left in turn, a life to dread.

(c) John McKay Withey