it feels like ghosts trying to claw their way out of my chest.
they cry inside of me
reminding me of where i come from.
do not trust good things;
instincts whisper in your ear
that the world is out to get you.
the place you're meant to feel safest
feels most like a trap
and the gripping panic takes you
for yet another night.
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.
