The struggle and pain of feeling marginalized has formed into poignant words.
The punishment through indifference simply because I don't fit the mold of beauty.
This fear of speaking up has ironically fueled others to speak against me.
Intimidated, I freeze in tense moments, hiding in corners, fearful of drawing attention.
Your stares and mocking words cut deep, making me feel like an outcast.
The chill of isolation settles in, and I wonder if anyone would approach without disappointment etched on their faces.
The weight of these experiences tempts me to retreat into lifelong solitude.
Yet, I hold onto hope - hope for transformation, for acceptance, and for a voice that will be heard.
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Feelings Left Untold
RandomSome years back I enjoyed writing and had time to do so but some tragic events took place and I stopped doing the things I love abruptly. But here I am healing and writing again, some of which are a polished version. It's super random.
