In shadows, my mind whispers fears,
Telling me they don't need me near,
Are they better off without my face?
Would they even notice my empty space?Anxiety says I'm a burden, a weight,
That they don't need, and won't miss if I'm late,
They promise they're there, always by my side,
But when I reach out, they hide.Maybe they're better off, it's true,
Without the troubles I bring them through,
I question my worth, my role, my place,
Feeling like I'm lost in a race.Paranoia grips me tight,
Making everything feel not right,
In these moments, I feel unseen,
Wondering if they care, or if they're just being mean.
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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...