Overwhelmed, my anxiety whispers lies,
Telling me I'm not enough, that I'm worthless.
I gaze into the mirror, a stranger stares back,
A face I no longer recognize.
Depersonalization, they might call it,
This feeling of drifting, unanchored,
Lost in the depths of my own mind.
Who am I in this haze, this fog of doubt?
A soul adrift, seeking solid ground,
Yearning for a glimpse of the self I once knew,
Yet feeling so distant, so far from true.
In this silence, I search for my voice,
But the echoes fade into the void,
And the light within seems too dim to guide,
As darkness whispers, I am lost inside.
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...
