Posts in category: #Identity & Emotion

I wear their words like second skin,
Thin cracks that crawl from deep within.
She says his name like it’s a crime,
A wound untouched by passing time.

“He broke me,” she says, “He broke us all.”
And I pretend I don’t feel small.
But when I laugh like him, she stares
Like even joy should come with flares.

He tells me love was never fake,
That some things bend before they break.
He speaks of her with quiet grace,
Still sees the stars behind her face.

But I am torn, a breathing thread,
A home where both their ghosts are fed.
Each smile a sin, each step, unjust,
I don’t know who deserves my trust.

Half of my heart hates the other,
A father’s son, a child to mother.
I carry both, yet neither claim
The splinters whispering my name.

They say silence is empty, a hollow space,
But I’ve seen it hold more than words ever trace.
It speaks in stillness, in breath held tight,
In glances that echo louder than light.

Silence is strength not fear, not lack
It’s the power to feel without talking back.
A quiet that listens, steady and wise,
Not needing noise to prove it tries.

It’s choosing peace when chaos calls,
Holding your ground when the loudness sprawls.
Maturity lives in the pause, in restraint
In knowing not every bruise needs paint.

So when I do not speak, don’t think I’ve gone
My silence is full, it’s where I am strong.
It carries my truth, calm and unseen,
A voice in the quiet, quiet but keen.

They tell me to fly, to reach for the stars,
But I have no wings, no way to go far.
They place their dreams on my fragile chest,
Expecting me to soar, to be my best.

I can run through storms, through rain and cold,
But I can’t fly, no matter how bold.
The weight of their hopes is too much to bear,
But still, they don’t see the burden I wear.

How can I be something I was never meant to be?
How can I rise when I can’t even see?
They want me to reach, but I’m stuck on the ground,
Tethered to dreams that can’t be unbound.

I wasn’t made to stretch to the sky,
I wasn’t born with wings to fly.
So what do I do when they ask me to soar?
How do I carry what I wasn’t meant for?

Shadows dim your light resides
Unveil the layers that you hide
For in your truth a beauty gleams and shines
A symphony of hopes and dreams, it is a sign
Embrace your voice let it resound
In every echo you’ll be found

I was a daughter who never knew how to stay,
A sister lost, falling short in every way.
I held promises in hands that cracked with guilt,
Woven in lies, in every word built.

I learned to smile through a mouth full of ash,
A friend to none, though I tried to crash.
The soul I gave them, they never wanted
A shadow too heavy, always haunted.

I was the silence when they needed sound,
The storm that broke before I hit the ground.
Every step I took was marked in shame,
A failure etched in an unforgiving name.

So here I stand, empty of grace,
A villain made, erased by their face.

She reached for skies, her heart burning bright,
Dreamed of greatness, for all to take flight.
She poured out hope, but now she’s breaking
Her soul cracked, her spirit shaking.

The rain fell softly, pure and still,
But they saw only gloom, a bitter chill.
Whispered, “It’s pointless,” with eyes turned away,
Umbrellas raised to block the light of day.

The earth bloomed, but no one could see,
Her rain was a gift, but they called it a plea.
The thunder raged, but never to harm,
She only wished to heal, to disarm.

They turned their backs, hearts cold as stone,
The flowers grew, but she stood alone.
She gave them all she had to give,
But they never saw her spirit live.

Unnoticed, unheard, in silence she drowned,
Her greatness washed away, never found.