My armour

I am writing this with my eyes blurry
I am writing this to inform you of the s**t that I bury
I am writing this so you understand the hard armour I try to wear everyday
This armour breaks off once in a while when all the good and all the bad come crashing down and I’m nothing but a pool of tears.
Something so small but oh so triggering could send me reeling down into a spiral of sadness and self doubt
I am writing this because many don’t understand
They don’t acknowledge the intrusive thoughts running through my head, one crashing with another like a thunder
And when my armour breaks, the emotions I try so hard to bury somewhere deep down, show themselves on the surface making me feel weak.
I am writing this, so you can take a glimpse of my mind and the sadness that comes with it.
I am writing this, so you understand I’m not always what I seem to be
Cause when the armour breaks, I’m nothing but flesh and bones.

Reviews

[JayG]

• I am writing this to inform you of the s**t that I bury

Okay. Now, explain why you think people are wondering how you feel? I notice that you aren't begging people to post their feelings. Why not?

• Cause when the armour breaks, I’m nothing but flesh and bones.

Who isn't? This may be therapy for you, to let your feelings out, but that's a report—nonfiction—and has no emotional content for the reader.

Your reader isn't looking to be informed on the status of unknown people, they want your words to makeTHEM feel. We don't tell the reader, "I cried at my father's funeral," we work to make the reader weep.

Do a bit of digging into the tricks of the poet, We're given none of them during our school days. They can make a HUGE difference.