The invisible scars , and my untold tales
The battle of the mind , and my fake smiles
My world going clockwise, the opposite of these normalities.
I hate it when it gets dusk , my room gets dark , and the monster comes and whispers “ lonely”

The silent battleground ,
Only me hears the noise and
the screams of my troubled soul .
No one to tell , only this phone knows what  kind of a therapist i need .

Each day a battle, fought within,
Against the demons, beneath the skin,
But courage rises, a steadfast friend,
Guiding through storms, until they end.

A damaged mental health,
is damaged soul .
The outcry is loud , it feels like a blow
The world cares less , so i wear the plastic smile
I wrestle with this mind, to myself i try to be kind .

Detrimental as it is
I’m used to it as you see it
But what’s a beautiful skin
When a demon resides inside?

Let us embrace gentleness, for hearts are fragile,
Every soul carrying its unique story,
In the complex pattern of human life,
We find comfort in the enduring power of belief.