I am the balm for the broken,
The shoulder to cry on,
A presence that never falters,
Always there, never gone.
With a heart that's wide open,
I listen, I care,
In the depths of their darkness,
I am the light, always there.
Yet in the quiet of moments,
When I am alone,
I feel the sting of neglect,
A chill in my bones.
They see me, but barely,
A whisper, a ghost,
A friend when it's needed,
But never as the host.
My heart bears the weight,
Of a thousand silent cries,
But my own voice is muffled,
Lost in their sighs.
To them, I am an option,
Never the first choice,
A shadow in their lives,
Without a voice.
I fear the truth within me,
The need to be seen,
To be heard, to be valued,
Not just a supporting scene.
What if I spoke my feelings?
Would they turn away?
Dismiss my hidden sorrows,
With nothing to say?
The fear grips me tightly,
So I bury it deep,
And continue my giving,
With secrets I keep.
But in the stillness of night,
A whisper I hear,
Perhaps I'm a people pleaser,
Driven by fear.
The weight of my kindness,
A burden to bear,
When my own heart is empty,
And no one is there.
In the mirror, I see her,
A woman, alone,
Good to others always,
But to herself, unknown.
And I wonder, in silence,
If there's strength to be found,
In loving myself,
And standing my ground.
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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...
