I was born without a voice.
I let my older sibling speak for me.
I was born without an identity.
I let my younger sibling find one for me.
I chose to spend my days on a fence,
harbouring between being in the shadow or overlooked.
The shadow made me feel cold
Being overlooked made me feel desolate.
The fence made me feel safe.
Safe from the voice that was not mine.
Safe from the identity that was not mine.
Safe from the reminder that I was born in the middle.
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Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
