In the labyrinth of anxious thoughts,
Every word echoes, every action fraught.
A constant battle within my mind,
Where doubts and fears intertwine.
It's not others who I fear most,
But the critic within, a relentless ghost.
Living in my head, where voices shout,
Drowning out whispers of care without doubt.
In stillness, chaos quietly resides,
For the most chaotic hearts hide behind the calmest faces.
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PS: Three poems in a day, huh?! I'm stunned by myself. And no, it's not my creativity overflowing. It's my thoughts that are getting too loud these days. Guess it's getting bad again, right?
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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...
