I try to write my fears and woes,
But words escape, where darkness grows.
Self-doubt, insecurity, they swirl inside,
Yet on the page, they seem to hide.
I yearn to pour out all my pain,
But the paper stares back, empty again.
No matter how hard I try to start,
The feelings remain locked in my heart.
Blank pages, silent and stark,
Echo the void within, so dark.
They whisper of struggles left untold,
In silent ink, my secrets hold.
YOU ARE READING
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...
