I keep my problems to myself,
because no one really cares.
Inside, dark spirals twist and turn,
and I fall endlessly into them.
My mind is a maze of silent pain,
where comfort is a distant dream.
Words from others feel empty,
like echoes in endless hallways.
A vast night spreads within me,
a place where light can't reach.
Each sigh, a haunting past,
each smile, a fragile disguise.
Why share my hurt with those who don't
understand the way I feel?
I wear a mask in their presence,
hiding wounds that never heal.
Alone, I face my inner storm,
navigating the darkness.
This solitude is my shelter,
a lonely but familiar place.
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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...
