Once, I had a voice
I thought was mine,
bright and full of hope,
ready to be heard.
But they silenced it,
bit by bit,
until all that was left
was an echo of who I used to be.
Their words were like stones,
heavy and sharp,
chipping away at my edges—
"You're not enough,"
"Be quieter,"
"Do better."
And so, I shrank,
small enough to fit
inside the space they allowed,
hiding the parts
they couldn't love.
Confidence slipped away
like sand through my fingers,
and I learned to doubt
every step I took,
every thought I had,
every word I spoke.
I became someone else,
someone they could shape,
someone who no longer knew
how to stand tall.
Now I carry the weightof who I could have been,pieces of myself scatteredin the corners of my mind.I wonder what it's liketo feel whole again,to be more than justthe shell they left behind.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
