I didn't grow up in a house on fire.
I grew up in a house where
everyone was burning on the inside.
So even if I were burning and turning into ashes,
I would keep my mouth shut.
If I had to weep,
I'd keep a hand over my mouth.
If I had to scream,
I'd scream into a pillow.
If I wanted to punch someone,
I'd punch the water in a bucket instead.
I'd do all of this,
just to make sure to not light the match.
And just to prevent the flame from
bringing the house down to ashes.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
