It's easier to smile,
to curve my lips just right,
than to let someone see
the storm raging behind my eyes.
It's easier to hurt myself,
to make my body bear the weight
of what my mind cannot hold,
than to let my anger
spill onto someone else's skin.
It's easier to cry in silence,
to whisper comfort to myself,
to braid my own fingers into my hair,
than to let someone watch me break.
It's easier to push them away,
to build walls with sharp edges,
than to find the words
to explain the chaos inside.
It's easier to hide,
even from the ones who reach for me,
because if they truly saw me-
the bruises beneath my ribs,
the fractures in my soul-
would they still love me?
Would they stay?
YOU ARE READING
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...
