Unheard And Unsaid

kriti2006

I try hard, you don't see

I stay up, studying

I am scared, stressed and sad-

All at the same time

Why do you think I'm faking it all?

Why do you think I'm just lying?

 

April-its the start of the session

The exams will begin in no time

you know, I'm really trying 

I'm really am giving my all....

But even then, all I got is failure

But even then, why don't i shine?

 

Why don't i come first?

Since, no one remembers the second!

I tried, but now I'm tired-

Tired of this disappointment,

peer-pressure and the never-ending stress! 

This is it,I want it all to come to an end!

 

Don't think I'm ranting!

I'm just letting these thoughts out of my mind. 

I just want you to feel , what i feel

I - I'm just a teen-

Who is expected to behave as an adult

And treated as a 'child'

 

Dear reader 

As children, we dream of growing up

As we grow up, we realise -

Life is not the fantasy world we lived in

It is a harsh cruel world!

Childhood is the best-Take in the moment while you still can

You're happy, you're free

As teens, you're shackled by the responsibilities and expectations of society!

As teens, you just exist , not live

As teens, you wake up to reality.

 

So, dear reader,

If you're a child, remain a child

If you're growing, don't change.

Change is beautiful, it is wild

Don't let age kill your inner child.

                                   -Kriti

             

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Kriti (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2023 23:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Cassie58

    I felt a heavy burden here of someone, a young person who is afraid of failure. Such a pity to be weighted down by these feelings. Under pressure. You can only do your best and you can learn by the mistakes you make on your journey through life. Thanks for sharing.

    • kriti2006

      This poem documents the frustration, hopelessness and tiredness i actually felt once.... It felt like anything and everything I did just had to be messed up.... Now that I look back.... I feel like telling myself that it all turned out right... But back then , it was horrible....

      Thank you for your lovely comment! ☺️



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