It's a tugging on my chest,
A tightness on my torso.
My trauma likes to hug,
But it feels like I'm suffocating.
It pops up at unwanted times,
From a word phrase or action.
It hates for me to talk about it,
Yet wants to be the centre of attention.
It makes me want to scream and cry,
But I stop it; and it comes out as a joke.
Hahaha, please laugh at my joke,
It hurts, so please just laugh at my joke.
It may not be funny but its helping me to cope.
So please laugh at the joke.
YOU ARE READING
Trauma Builds Character
PoetryTW: SENSITIVE TOPICS, ABUSE, SH,LOW MOOD ECT. I use poetry as a way to cope when things get tough in my head, when the thoughts get too loud and the memories don't seem to fade. I've never been able to fully express how I feel through words, but poe...
