It's hard to be the youngest,
No one listens to my voice,
My thoughts are called too small,
My choices never their choice.
I make them laugh when they're sad,
Bring them together when they fight.
But when the day turns to night,
I cry alone, out of sight.
I fix their hurts, but no one sees,
The pain that's growing inside me.
I just wish someone would say,
"You matter too, in every way."
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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...
