Do you see me, alone at the first desk,
Sitting where no one looks?
Lost in the quiet hum of the room,
Hidden behind open books.
I don't know why you turned away-
Was it something I couldn't see?
Or was it just the weight of you,
Thinking only of yourself, not me?
You walked in like light through clouds,
Painting skies I'd never known,
But when you left, you took the hues,
And left me here, a world of stone.
Now I live in faded shades,
With a palette worn and frayed,
Turns out my heart holds one color-
Grey upon grey upon grey.
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...
