Who am I,
beneath all these faces?
The girl who feels too much,
or the one who feels nothing at all?
Am I the one who shows her pain,
or the one who hides it with a smile?
The one who’s scared,
or the one who seems strong?
I don’t know.
Maybe I’m both.
Maybe I’m still searching,
trying to find the real me.
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...
