Acceptance

"Is there any place where acceptance is valued more than mental emotions ? ", I ask this question each second with myself. Because, I don't want to be a matter of joke. I always translate this feeling of acceptance as prayer to my own heart, But, the mind seems to hold the victory's trophy. 

The truth of my illness is a lie to the world, I always feel alone, even though I'm surrounded by my own confused sentiments. I was asked to be mature, ignoring the blizzard of mental pain. The youth is the most challenging phase of life, with a beautiful future, but mine was dull with ignorance. Slowly and gradually, this mental illness turns out to be a weakness. 

Nowadays I keep my pain up to my bathroom doors, I try hard to be cheerful at least half like you, Yet, you "normals" fail me! No one can recognize the silence among the chaos, and maybe because of this, I am not a fighter but a sufferer! I badly need someone to mark this as a real thing, in this real world! Come sit with me, I swear I'll open up to you. Sharing all my breakdowns and trauma, just promise me the "acceptance" .....! Will you??