They called her a lunatic. They whispered behind her back and pulled their children closer when she passed. It was common knowledge that she had a history of mental health problems, although no-one was quite sure what they were. There were a plethora of layman diagnosis and depending on who you spoke to you'd be told in hushed, and sometimes not so hushed, tones that she was bi-polar, schizophrenic, psychotic or psychopathic. Mostly folks didn't know the difference between the last two and used them interchangeably. She knew they gossiped and stared, it made her uncomfortable and she wished to move. But a low-cost apartment was hard to find and so she had to endure the ire of the neighbors. She wanted to tell them it could happen to anyone, given enough pressure any mind can snap. And after what she'd endured in her life it was only surprising it hadn't happened sooner. If a kidney had failed they'd bring flowers, for cancer they'd fundraise, for her brain they isolated her with scorn.

By pikachuismine, October 23, 2014.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'll burn to ashes,
And so will you."

By white squirrel, December 19, 2016*.