At times, I love the way I am,
Kind, empathetic, with a gentle hand.
I see the good in what I do,
Helping others, staying true.
Yet shadows fall, and doubts arise,
I feel I'm not enough, despite my tries.
My boundaries blurred, I yield to please,
Losing parts of myself with such ease.
A clock ticks loudly, echoing fear,
Time slipping away, ambitions unclear.
Mental battles waged inside,
Feelings of inadequacy, nowhere to hide.
In the mirror, I see the cracks,
Failing to see when others act,
Taking advantage of my giving heart,
Leaving me feeling torn apart.
But in these moments, I must recall,
The darkness that dwells within us all.
For growth is slow, a gentle climb,
Or a descent into the depths of time.
I am enough, or so they say,
Yet shadows linger, night and day.
Balancing acts of hope and dread,
Leaves me wondering what lies ahead.
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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...
