"How are you so calm?" they asked.
"It's natural," she lied.
"How are you always calm like a cucumber?" they asked.
No one sees the storms and earthquakes inside me, she thought to herself.
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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...
calm or a storm
"How are you so calm?" they asked.
"It's natural," she lied.
"How are you always calm like a cucumber?" they asked.
No one sees the storms and earthquakes inside me, she thought to herself.
