I am looking out of a window

At a world that does not see me

The birds feed

At their crowded table

Each day

The woman feeds them

With a feast

Which they eat and enjoy

Each night the pretty lights

Sparkle and shine

Through my window

I want my life to be free

I look at a family

In the garden next door

And wonder why mine

Does not exist

They seem happy and carefree

Not knowing I am here

Each night

I hear the first steps of my carer

The door opens

And sleep begins

 

 

 

This fine poem about mental illness is not mine 

I will not reveal who has written the poem

As the poet has asked me not to reveal their name 

I have not made any changes to this poem

 

SMO