Walking through the crowd,
Almost felt like a ghost moving between them,
Wanting to get invisible,
Wishing to be that witch in stories,
Holding a few mystical powers.
But then I saw certain people walking alone,
Used to be the one with her head held high,
This time, almost felt like a person lost in the crowd.
Watching the colors of hair, different heights, smiles, eyes, and diversity,
Just to distract myself from all the attention and inferiority complex,
As if I could watch the world in one frame,
Everyone cloaked in insecurities,
Laughing with their faces lit up,
Trying to fight it off with all their might.
Sitting in the canteen at the window seat,
Looking at the big tree trunk,
Feeling like hiding away from people,
But also loving the momentary warmth,
Which was soon replaced by anxiety.
Shining in my own space,
Wanting to hide myself,
Unable to tolerate people,
Yet craving the company of generosity,
Or to lose myself in a fiction book.
Still fearing what people think of someone like me,
Lost in her book in the corner of eating places,
Wishing I was invisible.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
