I'm stuck
I can't breathe in this home of mine
My mind trained to fear the very one who raised me
No one to spill my worries to
No one to see the real me
I'm alone in my home of constant fear
I'm tired of living my life trying to please others
But the fear of rejection and hate holds me down
The fear of violent conversations and loud noises
I have no way out of this home of mine
So I stay and wish for a better morning.
YOU ARE READING
Pillow Poetry
PoetryA mesh of my mind and my heart trying to talk at the same time. I hope you enjoy my jumbled thoughts and trauma dump.
