Blurred faces and counselors whom I don’t recognize
Strange pills I never knew the name of
Not knowing how to tell them without feeling empty
I would weave a tale to escape the horror
Creating a castle out of lies to escape reality
Waiting for someone to patch up my holes
Even though I knew everyone was better without me
I struggle, my clouded senses making me blind
Delusions cruelly contorting my thoughts
But surely, I’m too young to be this sad.
My name is Nisha Chandra and I enjoy writing short stories, creating art, and reading.