I could hold the stars in my hands, Count the riches buried in the sand, Wear the finest silks and gold, But none of it would make me whole. They could crown me queen, a thousand times, Sing my name in songs and rhymes, But all the praise would feel so small, If your love wasn’t there at all. The world could be mine, so they say, But without you, it’s just another day,
You might think it’s one of those I love my parents poems, Or I adore them so much, right? Well, not everyone has a happy ending. They gave me life, but did they give me love? A roof, yes—but did it shelter my soul? They taught me lessons, but were they the right ones? How do you thank them when you’re left in pieces? I wasn’t always their pride and joy,
They say you’re the problem, But do they really see? The battles that rage inside, The weight you carry silently. Do they know the things you face, The disgust that won’t let go? You try so hard to push it down, But it’s all you’ve come to know. “You’re a failure,” says the voice, It echoes every night, Relentless in its cruelty, Until it steals your light. You promise you’ll do better,
In the shadows of silence, I stand alone, A heart heavy with words, carved in stone. You compare, you criticize, yet do you see, The child behind these eyes, longing to be free? I wish you’d left me, when the chance was there, Abandoned, forgotten, lost in despair. You wanted perfect, I could never be, Just a burden, a soul you couldn’t set free. You gave me life, but is that all?
In the shadows, she waits, A daughter’s dreams curbed by whispered norms, A mother’s voice drowned in quiet. “Do you hear the weight of our silence?” She asks, her strength rising from the ashes Of a world blind to her power. Her words, though soft, spark revolutions, Shining in the darkness that sought to keep her down. “How can I learn when my hands are bound?” A child’s voice chimes in, burdened by work,
I was your secret, your stolen glance, A name whispered between lessons, Where innocence danced on the edge, Of promises unspoken, yet heavy. You praised me, your favorite pupil, Told me I was special, different, I believed in every word, every smile, Craving the attention you fed me. But behind those locked doors, Where shadows knew no bounds, You stripped me of my youth, Wrote lies across my skin. You wore a ring I didn’t see,
In the mirror’s cold embrace, a stranger’s gaze, Eyes once known, now lost in haze. Sculpted cheek and altered smile, A face remade, yet not worthwhile. Under the knife, dreams took shape, Chasing beauty a grand escape. Each cut, a promise to be reborn, But identity, tattered and torn. In pursuit of perfection’s gleam, She forgot the self that used to dream. Layers deep, the person hides Behind facades where truth subsides.
😰 I think of death so much, It feels just like a memory, A somber melody that plays, In the depths of my reverie. It whispers of endings and goodbyes, Of dreams unfulfilled and tears untold, A silent ache that lingers on, In the echoes of stories left cold. Yet within this melancholy symphony, A bittersweet truth softly lies, That even in death’s relentless grip, Love’s light fades, and sorrow sighs.
You’re like a cigarette, I keep consuming Your toxic allure In your smoke I cannot be free Each drag I take A fleeting pleasure Yet deeper into darkness I descend Your burning touch A dangerous treasure Leaving scars That never truly mend Like wisps of smoke You drift away Leaving aches of longing in your wake I chase your ghost Day after day Knowing the toll Knowing the ache
In the quiet of their rooms they retreat Silent echoes of a world bittersweet Parents counting grades lost in the race While children hide seeking a safe space Eyes on papers numbers and scores Missing whispers behind closed doors A’s and B’s a relentless demand Ignoring the plea of a trembling hand Dreams and hopes weighed down by the scale In the pursuit of a polished tale Mental scars