On very rare days, I feel okay, I feel happy.
It's like the flowers in my eerie forest, long dormant, are finally blooming,
It's like the sun, after endless cloudy days, breaks through,
It's like the warm, ethereal daylight, touches my icy skin.
It's all the beautiful feelings converging at once.
But as I bask in this rare joy,
A shadow whispers, "Perhaps something bad is coming. Perhaps you shouldn't feel this way."
And the smile that had taken root on my face
Is withered by my intrusive thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in my own head
PoesíaShe 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...
