Sometimes it's easier to push feelings under the rug
Just to convince others that I'm truly healing
While I feel safe and snug
And keep my heart from being judged.
The other times, emotions bottled, tight and small,
Until they burst, spill over all.
Like a shaken soda, fizz and spray,
Releasing the feelings, whether night or day.
And rest of the times, feelings flow like a gentle stream,
Expressed with care.
Through words or art, we find our way,
To face the night and greet the day.
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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...
