Used to Be (poem) by Elizabeth A. Price on AuthorsDen

Used to Be
by Elizabeth A. Price → (All Poetry by Elizabeth A. Price)
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Being mentally ill comes with a price. Especially when you first learn of your diagnosis and you are wondering exactly what that means to your life. Sometimes it means losing friends.
Used to Be DON�T SLAM THE PHONE DOWN ON ME I guess I didn�t have anything to say I know you can�t take it when I go crazy It�s just that I�d like to talk to you when I�m not that way. Remember PTA where we were so cool Remember the times when you swam in my pool Remember when our kids were so small Remember when your son fixed the battery and all Remember the barbecues in the back yard Remember when the times were really hard Remember when you protected me from him You were there for me but that was back then I know I�m not such a prize I know my friendship comes with a price I see your smile with your eyes agleam My tears are flowing, they fall in pain.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on April 5, 2008

They have a commercial now about mental illness that shows this realistic side. They show a group of someone's friends, and the crowd diminishes with each topic announced. When they get to mental illness, there's only one friend left from the group. They should use your poem instead. I can really feel the loneliness through your words. Sad, realistic, and jarring. You may not feel like a prize when you're in the grips of your illness, Liz, but you are a prize. You have many qualities to offer whoever is smart enough to remain! Hugs:)
Sheila

Reviewed by K. Mulroney

Reviewed on January 21, 2007

Wonderful ryhme here. But a heart tugger. Great piece.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 24, 2006

Soul reaching verses, Liz. When such conditions occur, that is when you know whom your true friends are. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry

Reviewed on November 14, 2006

Liz,

Such a sad and truthful commentary on the reality that when the chips are down many of our "friends" run for cover. Knowing many mentally challenged, disabled, and handicapped folks-I understand that true compassion has to begin for us to heal one another and ourselves.

Keep the faith, you are a new wave of reason ebbing the shores of legitimacy.

Spasiba,

~D.

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on November 11, 2006

Real friends stick with you through it all. However, so many friends may not understand what you're going through. Remember one bit of sage advice - If you want a good friend, be a good friend. No matter what your state or condition, you have it in you.
Good poetry.
Chanti

Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)

How easily friendship can be forgotten when things get a little tough...are we destined to always be such fickle beasts? A sad write here Liz, but a pertinent message that flows beautifully from your pen. Hope all is well? Panda :)

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Makes me sad, I think we've all endured a friendship that has gone bad for usually something insignifant. Wonderful write...
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling