I have no memories
Merely just fragments of
my imagination
that may or may not be true
All I do have is the pain
The misery
Constant walking on eggshells
Worrying about unknown lines
That I was bound to cross
Mother was made the enemy
While Father was made out to be the hero of our family's story
The moment she came in
The truth was abandoned
For a fantasy
She was made out to be
The manufacturer
And we were to be her creations
Mailable for any purpose
While everyone saw this
Perfect family
Almost idolizing
In reality our cracks were
plastered over with hot glue
Barely held together
By our own hands
Only to crumble the moment we entered our own rooms
The perfect family we tried to be
Fell apart the moment those four walls turned stone
No longer warm and loving
But cold to the touch
Nothing
Not even life was palpable
No fresh air
Stifling
choking us out entirely
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Unspoken Truths
PoetryThis poetry collection delves into the silent battles we face, the emotions we rarely voice, and the experiences that shape our identities. Each poem serves as a mirror, reflecting my innermost thoughts and vulnerabilities. From heartache to hope, I...
