Mental Illness A poem

If I was not pushed
I would not fall
If I was not strangled
By hands so cruel
If I was no given
A life so bleak
And all this abuse
I would not need to speak
If I was not dealt
This terrible hand
Maybe I wouldn’t empathise
I just wouldn’t understand
Why am I labelled?
With words so untrue
If it happened to you
Then you would be labelled too
All you who’ve had
A happy life
With loving parents
Friends, husband and wife
I forgive you
For hating me
Because you don’t understand
The blackness in me