heart racing as i move about the crowd
fleeting glances feed into
a shallow sense of self.
how did we get here?
in this place where the panic takes hold
like broken hands wrapped around my neck
trying to rip it out.
the more i search
the more i fall
losing sight of purpose.
how did we get here.
i must claw my way out.
i must remember who i am.
YOU ARE READING
mayhem.
Poetrya collection of poetry that delves into the longing and freedom that comes with growing up as an undiagnosed bipolar, and how it feels to come out on the other side.
