Sometimes,
I don't mind my overthinking.
It spins ideas,
Finds new ways,
Solves problems no one else can.
But most times,
It turns against me,
Telling me I'm not enough,
Dragging me down
Into a spiral I can't escape.
It jokes about my pain,
As if that makes it better,
But the hurt stays,
Louder than the laughter.
Sometimes,
I don't hate it-
But most times,
I wish it would let me breathe.
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...
