I drift away, my focus fades,
My thoughts a tangled, restless maze.
In conversations, I'm distant, cold,
My responses, hollow, unspoken and bold.
I seek solitude, a quiet retreat,
Pushing away those I used to meet.
Why this shift, this silent plea?
I'm back, whispers anxiety.
My patience frays, my nerves unkind,
In the mirror, what do I find?
A stranger's face, a troubled plea,
The echo of what once was me.
I crave the calm, the inner peace,
Yet anxiety stirs, never to cease.
In these moments, my heart's dismay,
I wonder, am I lost, or just in disarray?
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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...
