My life, at first glance,
may appear as sweet as the alluring scent of bitter almonds,
reminiscent of marzipan.
I find myself irresistibly drawn to the sweet aroma,
only to be met with a bitterness that overwhelms my senses.
Slowly but surely, the poison of life's hardships takes over.
Just like biting into a bitter almond brings certain doom,
Almonds, symbolic of my rich culture, hold both sweet beauty and the toxicity of certain traditions and values.
In the midst of this,
I've strangely found comfort in my misery,
continuously following the trail of the enticing almond scent,
even though I know it rarely leads to a happy ending.
I can't let go of the familiar as it's all i've ever known.
