In summer's heat, she wears her jacket tight,
Hiding scars and secrets, keeping them from sight.
Her hands in pockets, shaking no one sees,
Covered by fabric, she finds some peace.
She loves to wear shorts but keeps them away,
Burn marks on her legs make her hide them each day.
Music blasts loud, drowning her thoughts,
A shield from the worries that life has brought.
Wrapped in her jacket, even in the sun,
She battles her demons, feeling like she's won.
In her quiet way, she navigates the pain,
Hoping to find strength in silence, again and again.
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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...
