After what was an eternity,
I'd got everything that I wanted.
A perfect family, a perfect partner, and a perfect job;
I was happy... I woke up.
Another dream, I let out a sigh of relief.I was relieved.
Maybe because at this point,
I'm just so used to how messed up my life is.
Perhaps now what haunts me is a life that is perfect.
And a world in which I am happy.***
PS: Hey readers, I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I had my theory exams and then our practicals started off immediately, so I really couldn't get myself to write. My practicals are still going on but I was really feeling low today so I wrote this down.
(Writing is one of my coping mechanisms..plus, it's a healthy coping mechanism.)
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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...