I'm dreaming
It can't be real
There is no way this can happen
It did though
A lot happened in my life
Trama,
Death,
Picnic,
Birthdays,
and emotional neglect.
There all traumatic in some sort of way.
More than others
But they all have the same effect.
Degrading anxiety
Head held high a different face for my social life.
The only peace I get is when I'm sleeping
Retrieving form inside out.
Malice-filled fights from the inside.
I can't tell what's worse fighting the words coming from your mouth or the ones being shouted at you.
A dream no one wants but gets
Good luck.
YOU ARE READING
The poetry of a sad muse
PoetryI never show my writing to anyone, so please be kind. Also side note I'm dyslexic 😭. This is basically how I get threw problems and talk about my mental health without talking.
