Feeling uncomfortable in my skin again, feeling like someone else is trapped within. I feel someone else scratching and clawing, trying to find their way out. Tiered of hiding for fear that others don't understand what goes on within. I didn't ask to be this way, I recently realized that I was born this way feeling uncomfortable within.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
