Are you ok is what

people ask

Whilst you hide your true feelings

behind your face mask

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You don’t want to be a burden or

seen as weak

So yes you answer even though all you want to do

is weep

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We all shouldn’t have to

feel this way

But have the confidence and support to have

our truthful say

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It’s time for the stigma to be gone

for good

And for us mental health sufferers not

to be misunderstood

You are my best friend

From the moment I wake

you give me strength

to face the new daybreak

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I know that you

are not good for me

But I won’t be unfaithful

with your enemy tea

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With love so true

I can’t give you up

I think coffee

I’ll have another cup

In the past I’ve been called many things

amongst them crazy

My illness leaves my mind hyperactive

never lazy

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The 21st Century

whilst progressive in some

Treats other less fashionable causes

with a flick of the thumb

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It does seem to be that popularity

for the latest cause

Is brought about by the desire to use a hashtag to obtain

a round of applause

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The bandwagon is jumped on

for a day or two

And then people move onto the next

cause in the queue

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To me it is all superficial

and lacks intent

Even though I’m sure it is

well meant

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Commitment to a cause is what

we need

Rather than getting bored and

moving on at speed

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That is the only way to get

real progress

Otherwise all we end up with

is regress

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Some may call me crazy

It’s free to give

Priceless to receive

No shopping is needed

No wrapping is required

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Kindness

The perfect gift

He comes from deepest

darkest Peru

Who ever knew

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A little kind bear

duffle coat would wear

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Lost in Paddington Station

London was his location

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Found by the family brown

At first they thought he was a clown

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They found love with their lodger

And stopped considering him a squatter

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The little bear had a heart so pure

That he became an unhappiness cure

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He had a skill for finding trouble

And got himself in a frightful muddle

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But his intentions were alway good

And learn from the little bear we all should

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Paddington is his name

And he is my role model I exclaim!

The old battered guitar

Scratched and bashed

A lifetime of being

played like a fiddle

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The old battered guitar

Tired and worn

It still holds a tune

Except now only it’s own

Life can be relentless

Rushing from one thing

to another

With no time to stop

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Suddenly you find

Your children have grown up

Your dreams have gone unfulfilled

You wonder

where has the time gone

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You look back

See mainly rushing

You wonder

Was it worth it

What did I achieve

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Then you remember things

Kindness given

Love shared

Help offered

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And then you know

your time was not wasted

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It was well spent