You're the professional

How can you assume to know that I am doing well,

If you don’t ask me?

If I cannot talk to you?

If you can’t truly tell?

How can you assume that I am stable,

If you ignore the things I am saying?

When I am expressing that I am hurting

And you applaud me for being able

To not drown,

To keep going,

To make sure

I don’t let myself down.

To not lose myself

Into the unhealth of my brain

And stay alive while

Feeling so unwell.

I thought you were supposed to help

But what you want is to keep me one foot out of the door.

Pronounced guilty for taking up space.

Like I am not enough to be helped.