I wake up heavy, like the weight of the world
Pressing down on my chest.
People talk, I try to speak-
But my words come out wrong, too sharp, too weak.
They laugh, I smile-late, forced, wrong,
Like I'm out of sync, always off course.
I stand outside the circle's glow,
Hands in pockets, nowhere to go.
I care too much, or not at all,
Too weak to climb, too scared to fall.
I joke too dark, my voice too small,
They nod, but they don't hear at all.
I watch them live, like it's easy to be,
While I'm stuck inside the mess of me.
Anxiety grips, I try to fight,
But I'm the villain in my own mind's night.
I know I'm different-wrong, misplaced,
A puzzle piece in the wrong damn space.
And maybe if I fade away,
They wouldn't notice anyway.
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...
