There's a constant ache in my heart.
Some days, a dull throb, like a scar long forgotten.
Other days, it comes crashing down full force,
Like an angry tidal wave,
threatening to drown me till I cry mercy.
There is a pain within me, tearing me apart.
Leaving me feeling like a wounded animal,
desperate to scream and cry, in need of some respite.
I am not an animal.
Although they treat me as such.
An out-of-control brute.
I am not all anger.
Yet anger is all they see.
All these people that surround me,
my so-called friends and family.
So I swallow it all down. The pain, the hurt,
the longing to belong, to be understood,
and loved for once.
And I go around, numb, invisible,
Amidst these so-called friends and family.
SIlently hurting like a wounded animal.
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
