I take a deep breath,
Straighten my back,
Lift my head up high,
Step onto the stage.
The spotlight blares,
But the shadows creep,
Whispers of doubt
In the corners of my mind.
They're watching me closely,
Eyes fixed like daggers,
Waiting for a falter,
A misstep, a slip.
The voices in my head,
They echo and scream,
"They'll see your fear,
They'll know your weakness."
I try to silence them,
Brush them away,
But their claws dig deeper,
With each passing second.
The lights are too bright,
The room is too still,
My heart races,
My hands tremble.
I can't control their thoughts,
I can't change their gaze,
But the voices won't listen,
They drown out my resolve.
Louder, louder,
They grow and swell,
Until all I want
Is to run, to hide, to flee.
The stage, once a dream,
Now a nightmare in disguise,
And I wonder,
Will I ever stand tall again?
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...
