Not long ago I was confined.
Away in my room, alone but content.
It was easier there, to ignore the noise,
The thoughts that seemingly had no end.
To go out seemed a chore,
Even to see just one friend.
I would tell myself 'it's not so bad'
And I would be okay.
Now I'm getting better,
Now I can see even one friend,
Or maybe eight at once.
Spontaneous plans to go bowling at night,
Or McDonald's after school.
I still enjoy being cooped up in my room,
Reading away into the night,
But this new me,
It's not so bad.
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...
