I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
I’m shaking, the world around me seems blurry.
I feel suffocated in my own skin,
Like I’m trapped inside a body that’s turned against me.
My heart is racing, I cant speak, and I can’t hear anyone’s voice,
Just the loud echo of my own thoughts crashing.

I try to escape, but there’s nowhere to go,
Every door in my mind feels locked.
I want to cry, but no tears come out,
Just this heavy ache behind my eyes.
I try to speak, but no sound comes out,
My voice is buried under the weight of invisible fear.
I want to breathe, but no air goes in,
Like the sky has collapsed inside my lungs.

My chest is tight like it’s caving in,
The silence screams louder than anything.
The walls are closing, even though I’m in the open.
I scream inside, but no one hears me.
Everyone sees me standing,
No one sees I’m sinking.

I thought I was fine, but I’m not.
I wear a smile, but it’s just a mask
A fragile thing holding back the storm.
And beneath it, day by day,
I’m breaking apart.
There’s a war in my head no one knows about,
And I’m tired of fighting battles I can’t explain.
For once, I just want to breathe without it hurting.

This powerful and emotional poem unveils the unseen war many fight in silence the overwhelming anxiety, invisible pain, and quiet desperation hidden behind a smile. With striking metaphors and haunting lines, “A War You Can’t See” gives voice to the suffocation and chaos that mental battles create. It’s a heartfelt portrayal of what it means to struggle inwardly while appearing fine to the world.

A War You Can’t See” explores the silent agony of mental struggle, the suffocating feeling of being trapped inside one’s own mind. Through vivid imagery and raw emotion, it captures panic, fear, and loneliness that hide behind a calm exterior. The poem reflects how inner battles often go unseen, yet they consume a person from within.

Ayla Mohsin is an introspective writer, artist, and dreamer. An INFP at heart, she writes with quiet passion turning fragments of life, and feeling into poetry and prose. Through her words, she hopes to heal, to connect, and to remind others that softness can be strong too. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, daydreaming, or capturing fleeting beauty through art and photographs collecting moments the way others collect stars.

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