TW: mention of self-hate, mentions of Lgbtq+ comunity [With reluctance, this caution I must bestow, Not all minds harbor the openness we'd hope to know. In this poetic realm, where thoughts intertwine, May understanding blossom, dispelling ignorance's confine.]
(No explicit cautions for this verse, yet it whispers softly, Of journeys within the rainbow's hue, though spoken aloftly. So, dear reader, if venomous arrows you must unloose, Let them find no mark here, in this sanctuary of lyrical truce.)
In the depths of my soul, a sorrow resides,
A secret burden that painfully abides.
Unspoken, unseen, it silently cries,
As I tread through life with downcast eyes.
Born into a shell that never quite fits,
A constant reminder of all that I've missed.
Each day a struggle, a relentless fight,
Against the confines of my own plight.
A stranger to myself in the mirror's glare,
Haunted by a reflection that's unfair.
A facade I wear, a mask I don,
To hide the pain of not belonging.
The weight of expectations, crushing my chest,
As I yearn to break free, to find some rest.
But in a world that doesn't understand,
I'm trapped in the prison of who I am.
No whisper of hope, no glimmer of light,
Just endless darkness in the dead of night.
For in the depths of my despair, I find no release,
Just the echoes of sorrow that never cease.
So I'll carry this burden, heavy and deep,
A silent scream that I'll always keep.
For in the loneliness of my silent plight,
I'll wander through life, lost in the night.
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Echoes of the Unspoken
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems, scattered like leaves, shared in the hope that someone might find solace and know they are not alone in their turmoil. Beware, for these poems are not for the faint of heart; they arise from the darkest recesses of m...
