I'm just a weary soul
Trapped in the body of their daughter.
I try so hard
Just to make them proud.
Yet I hear them talk about me
While I weep in agony in my panic room.I'm a lazy girl,
Well maybe I'm not lazy.
Maybe I'm just tired.
If I stopped trying so hard,
And showed them this worn out soul of mine,
Would they still be proud of me?
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...