Creativity and loudness are my prowess,
Spreading joy and goodness, east to west.
I believe in all I can do, firm and true,
Doubt never dawned, like the sky so blue.
But was told to change, to fit my family's mold
To live in ways society would uphold.
I did as they asked, seeking their approval,
Not knowing it would make me feel so unusal.
As I grew, just like the rising sun,
I lost myself, unsure of what I'd become.
Lost in space of identity and self,
A piece of me faded, lost in time's stealth.
Lying on the floor, face buried in tears,
Regretting actions I've done through the years.
I wish I could turn back time,
And reclaim what was pure, my prime.
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Echoes of Grief: A poetry collection during my depression
PoetryMy relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
