"I'm not here to be a poet.
I'm just a girl who wrote the words she wasn't allowed to say.
If that makes me an author, fine. But I'm really just trying to breathe."
             This isn't pretty poetry.
It's not about sunsets, stars, or falling in love.

It's about pain that doesn't rhyme.
Thoughts we don't speak enough.
And what it feels like to be a teenager in a world that doesn't always listen.

These aren't poems written to impress -
they're pieces of my mind, my heart, my silence.

If you've ever felt too much, too quiet, too misunderstood -
you might find a piece of yourself here.

Feedback is always welcome - kindly, respectfully.
Because I'm still learning, still growing, and writing my way through it all.

Thank you for reading. 🤍