Each morning, I swear to hold dear
The people I love, to keep them near.
I want strong bonds, gentle and true,
To care for those who care for me too.
But as the day turns bright and wide,
I slip, I hurt with words unkind.
My sharp tongue cuts, my anger flies,
And what was warm now quickly dies.
One step forward, three steps back,
I can't stay on the right track.
Friends drift away, family sighs,
I'm left alone with silent cries.
The mirror shows a tired face,
Lost and longing for some grace.
Inside me, a storm won't cease,
I struggle to find some peace.
Every day I try to mend,
To be a better, kinder friend.
But still, I fail, still, I fall,
Hurting those I care for most of all.
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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...
