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Mental Povs
Derealization
A moment of time lost
My vision blurry and gray like exhaust
I feel trapped like a mime
Everyones moving fast as if they committed a crime
My mind slows down
My head pounds from all the surrounding sound
It was just 9am now its 2 in the afternoon
I feel out of place like Im in a funny costume
I'm lost in a dream
Everythings not what it seems
Anxiety
My heart beats fast
I'm wondering how long this feeling will last
I attempt to take a deep breath
The feeling scares me to death
My palms are sweaty
My knees are heavy
A gut feeling of worry takes over my body
My vision gets foggy
I try and fight it but feel so uncomfortable in my skin
When will I ever win
Bipolar Disorder
My emotions flash like a broken light
One second Im calm, the next my fists are tight
My mood changes like the second hand on a clock
I need to get away and go on a walk
Filled with anger but my eyes blur from tears
My feelings are constantly changing like gears
I try and grasp my thoughts
Understanding these feelings is far more complicated than untying a knot
My mood swings like a bat
Am I just unlucky, no I don’t think it’s that
Anger Issues
A sunny day that changes to a storm within seconds
This rage inside makes me makes me reckless
I try to cool down but burn up like a fever
A madness that lives inside me forever
I try and focus on peace
These angry thoughts won’t decrease
Why can’t I control these awful feelings
How do I convert to healthy ways of grieving
A hot feeling covers my whole body
I pray for a change but everyday is a copy
ADHD
My mind wanders around the room
Everything sounds like a loud boom
I try and focus on school
But my mind is a whirlpool
What did you say again I ask
I'm just trying to complete my task
I can hear everyone's conversation around me
It's been 20 minutes and I'm still on question 3
Writing this poem while others are talking
The girl next to me is yawning
Depression
A deep sadness that I don't understand
A sunken feeling I describe as quicksand
A mystery I can't solve
I long to get rid of this feeling, so I can evolve
I try to look for a light in the dark
I hope to find my spark
I smile but cry inside
I try and push my emotion aside
It's hard to find a healthy distraction
When will I ever feel satisfaction
Body Dysmorphic Disorder
I start my day staring in the mirror
I blink a couple times hoping to see clearer
I begin to cry
I looked way better in July
I wipe away my tears and put on my makeup
I lay awake at night and stay up
A sickening feeling fills my stomach
I find myself looking in the mirror again
I can't go out I have to call my friend
You look fine she said
Schizophrenia
I turn to the person whom called my name
There's no one there what a shame
Whats wrong with me I ask
Everyone in my head is wearing a mask
I see things everynight before bed
Whats going on in my head
I don't know what to think
I lay in my bed and I feel my body sink
I'm all alone on my own
I feel stuck in place like a stone
Eating Disorder
I'm hungry again
I want to eat but I know I'll feel sick
I'm looking in the pantry but I don't know what to pick
I look in the mirror and cant help but step on the scale
I look down and the numbers make me pale
I wish I could go back
I shouldn't have eaten that snack
There's no happiness behind my smile
I need to change my shirt I search my clothing pile
Nothing looks right I can't go out tonight
PTSD
A constant fear of the memory
Like a young child scared of celery
I try and avoid everything because it might be a trigger
Reliving the past makes me sicker
The feeling is so real
When will I ever heal
I hate reliving things I just want to move on
It replays in my head like a catchy song
I need to set my mind free
But nothing will ever change I see
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I decided to take Creative writing because I wanted to open up my eyes to more writing types and dedicate more of my time towards writing. I've always enjoyed creating and writing my own original stories. When I was little I used to make my own books using paper and glue. I also started a couple of my own stories in middle school for fun, but never ended up finishing them. Creative Writing seemed like a great opportunity for me to get back into writing.