All I want to do is lay in bed all day,
cry for no reason, and binge eat.
Wrapping my blanket around me
to feel like I am in someone's warm embrace.
But all I do is get myself up and show up.
Taking long, hot showers in order to feel the warmth of a kind heart around me,
And putting up the brightest smile in the room to avoid unwanted attention.
I pull myself together,
and walk with a straightened back.
When all I really want to do
is to walk with a hunched back,
dropping shoulders, head down,
and without a cheerful countenance.
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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...
