"She's an easy child," they all said.
So I believed that if I kept my problems to myself,
I wouldn't be a burden.
But little do they know that I hide it all.
I hide it all behind my radiant smile.
I hide it all by crying behind closed doors.
I hide it all by screaming into a pillow.
I hide it all by being calm around people.
I hide it all by pretending to be okay.
I hid it all to be the "easy" child,
to not be a burden.
Little did I know that it would fuck me up in the long run.
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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...
