I sit in class,
heart pounding against its cage,
a wild thing desperate to break free.
Fear drapes itself over me,
sharp, invisible claws
tearing at something I can't name.
My mind slips away,
dissolving into static,
until a voice cuts through-
"Hello, anyone in there?"
And in that moment,
I want to claw at my own skin,
leave trails of red that explain
what words never could.
But I don't.
I lift my eyes,
lock them with theirs,
and let my mouth curve
into that practiced,
hollow smile.
The one that hides
everything.
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...
