My head hurts
There's too much to take in
I can't focus
I can't think.
I can't even read a book for five minutes
Without my mind wandering
I used to have a map to it
So I could find it.
But now that map is lost,
Like my hope
Because everything is happening
But I am trapped.
I am walking in the rain
Everyone else has an umbrella
And I ask for shelter
But no one helps
Because like me,
They don't understand.
Sadness flourished inside me
Like weeds
Strangling me
While I die.
I just feel like crying
At the simplest thing
I bottle everything up
Don't let them see too deep.
I try to be there for everyone
But it's too much
It's over whelming.
And I'm tired all the time.
I feel weak.
What's wrong with me?
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Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
