In the head: Stuck Within

I’m half hurt and half fine,
but they think
I’ve been doing alright.

I don’t know,
I keep chasing the shadows of the past,
and I can’t get through it each time.

There is silence in the room
and they call my name,
I try hard to respond,
but my words never travel their way.

I’m lost in the background of the past,
not sure,
till when this pain will last.

I’m empty like the vacuum,
another moment,
I’m wrapped up in the voices of the known.

The hurting moments,
keep poking my head,
my tears have frozen, stained the bed.

What can I do,
to free me from this confusion?

They want me
to shine like the sun,
but they don’t know
I’m stuck in this dark fusion.

I sometimes feel fine
even when alone,
but then
hurt by something eternal,
I keep splitting up my wounds.

Take me to the place unknown
where I can hide from you,
let me scream out my suffocation
till death comes to my rescue.

Image by Shahaz Uddin (user:Shahaz) from Pixabay

Synopsis: A poem about OCD (Obsessive-compulsive disorder) and bipolar disorder that depicts the fluctuating mental state of a person and obsession about a certain thing. It depicts how hard it is to live a normal life in such a state.