Thoughts and voices, buzzing around in his head
Contemplating what he should do next?
Depression and anxiety, building up in his mind.
Trying to cope with the 9-5 grind.
On the outside successful and has it all,
On the inside raging, outside demeanour cool
Why do I feel like this ?
He continues to ask.
It was the ghosts that haunt him from the distant past.
Childhood neglect, low self esteem and abuse.
Vowed as an adult, will never used.
They say big boys don’t cry.
However he knows this a lie
Too busy to sit down and too busy to be stressed.
Everyone round him, he needs to impress.
The voice inside him, screams out loud.
You have nothing to be ashamed of, you should be proud.
A problem shared, is a problem halved.
So he takes the step and looks through his mobile phone.
Wonders if his best mate is at home.
He takes a deep breathe and begins to dial.
Has been holding all these feelings in for a long while.
“Hi Jamal, is it OK to talk?”
“Furthermore bredren , lets go for a walk”
(Share, don’t suffer in silence)
Yewande Alise Adeluwoye ©