Got To Find A Way....

Just because I was hating,

Secretly seething and baiting.

No-one knows what the big deal is,

When I'm alone sick n naked.

So I got to find a way,

A better way, a healthy way.

Got to find a way a better way,

Some other day, another day.

When I was a lover,

There were always others.

Girls and barmaids everywhere,

For a life without self care.

I got to find a way,

A better way, a clever way.

I got to find a way.

A nicer way, a different day.

When I was a fighter,

I'd burn candle wax with lighters.

Dripping wax on fingers,

Licking blood off fingers.

I got to find a way,

A better way, a better way.

I got to find a way.

A nicer way, some other day.

When I was a loser,

I was a locked up bruiser.

Fighting cops in high streets,

Waking up in beds with new meets.

I got to find a way,

A better way, a better way.

I got to find a way.

A finer way, but on another day.

When I was forced on the sick,

Life was boring as shit.

Hated way people got funny,

When I asked for money.

We got to find a way,

A better way, for a better day.

We need to find a way.

All of us need, a better day.

Freedom is like a flower,

Blooming to speak truth to power.

Never let them cage you for speaking,

This life aint meant for weaklings.

We got to find a day,

When we say, what we want to say.

Got to find a way to fight to say,

No Twitter cancel sway.

We got to find a way,

A freedom day, no backing away,

We got to find a way, don't let them say,

What we are not allowed to say.  

So we got to find a way,

A better way, a better way,

Got to find a way, a clever way,

No fighting today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

(repeats until almost a scream)

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

This Song was also published on the Mary Frances Trust website > https://www.maryfrancestrust.org.uk/movember-song-got-to-find-a-way/

As well as on their Twitter account > https://twitter.com/MaryFrancesTrst/status/1592168577624584197

Our 3rd Movember blog is a song called "Got To Find A Way" & written by Robert from our Creative Writing Group about struggles of a life without self-care & trying to find a healthier way of dealing with hurt by opening up and saying what you want to say: https://t.co/xCY1zC4Q92 pic.twitter.com/diJQvuquLa

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Mr Mentalist

Mr Mentalist please, can u let me get out of my bed,

Mr Depression has called and I want 2 go back 2 the dreams that I had.

He always calls when I fail, and makes me wish I was dead.

Please Mr Mentalist please, can you let me rest my own head.

But now I've dragged myself up I'm freaky deaking right out,

Old friend Mr Anxiety has visited n given me a hard sharp clout.

Please Mr Mentalist can u give me some pills to calm my self-doubt,

I can't find my phone or keys and I'm flipping right out.

I go from zero to a hundred in a flick of an eye,

People think I'm crazy mazy when they hear me swear n cry.

All I wanted to do was get my laptop 2 work n comply,

But now I'm a swearing freak and people look at me n sigh.

Oh please Mr Mentalist can you sort out my paranoid feelings,

I keep hearing ppl on mute just thinking I'm not worth dealing.

All I want is someone to come n give me some proper mental healing,

But I don't trust nobody to come in here n walk out without stealing.

I know the old rhyme, that Paranoia will destroy ya,

But I hear silent ppl on my screen bitching and laughing "ha ha".

I got that feeling that all the ppl r just looking at me jotting all my flaws,

I can't relax at all, n my paranoid shoulder monkey is ripping, bear claw.

So please Mr Mentalist, can you do me a massive favour,

I got the schizo twitcho ithcos, with no sign of a saviour.

Leaves r raining down with flashing lights n my mind is all misbehaviour,

I'm scared I'll do something crazy n stupid, and I need a lifesaver.

All the shrinks say I'm just screwed up and they can't even help,

I'm ashamed to be ashamed, coz I just wanna it all dealt.

I get letter after letter saying I need to do my own self-help,

If I could sort my own crazy out, I would have if I could have, but it's pure agony to self.

So please Mr Mentalist can you make people understand me,

That I ain't angry on purpose and I just want people to like me.

It's seeming more n more like this world don't have a place for me,

And for anyone to relate it's 2 late, I'm just a thorn on a big mad tree.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

This is also published on the Mary Francis Trust Website for their Mental Health, Time To Talk Day > https://www.maryfrancestrust.org.uk/poem-mr-mentalist/

POEM: "MR MENTALIST"
To support #TimeToTalkDay our Creative Writing Group led by Michele has come up with a series of wonderful and heartfelt pieces discussing mental health stigma.
This fifth piece is a poem called “Mr Mentalist” written by Robert.https://t.co/Vnww2X0Uk5 pic.twitter.com/nmolTPsXGb

— Mary Frances Trust (@MaryFrancesTrst) February 3, 2022

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Flash Fiction - Three Fat Men

Three fat man came up the stairs. 

I got a bat wrapped around my head. 

Taekwondo kicked in, and I saved my life, but didn't bubble up so the police ruined my life. 

To be a grass, or to not be a grass, that was the question.

© 2021 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

This was published in a Flash Fiction Book "50 Short Stories Of 2021" After Winning Their Flash Fiction Competition For one entry of the year.