i wake up tired, though i slept through the night,
dragging my feet through the day like a fight.
books stacked like walls, numbers that blur,
i read the same pages, but don't know what occurred.
they say, “just try, just do your best”
but what if my best still isn’t enough ?
what if the weight i carry inside
makes even the smallest steps feel like a climb?
i fear their eyes, those kind, proud eyes,
what if one day they just see the lies?
the smile i wear, the "i'm fine" i say,
when i cry in silence at the end of the day.
i don't want pity, or a spotlight glow,
just want someone to quietly know
that sometimes i'm drowning, though i stand tall,
and sometimes i break with no one to call.
my heart is loud, but my face is still,
i laugh too quick, but feel too real.
i'm scared to fall, scared to lose,
scared they'll say, “you had your chance to choose”
but i didn’t choose the fear, or the ache,
i didn’t ask for the nights i break.
i just want to be enough, that's all
enough to stand, not always crawl.
and maybe one day, without a disguise,
i'll lift my head and meet my own eyes.
but today, i'm quiet. i don’t need a crowd.
just some place to feel… without being loud.
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Author:
angelica dsouza (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: wrote this on a day when the weight felt heavier than usual. not every battle is loud. some of us smile through storms and laugh while quietly aching. this poem is for anyone who’s ever felt like they had to carry it all in silence. you’re not alone, even when it feels like you are. thank you for reading my words. if they resonated with you in any way, it would mean the world to me if you followed and supported my journey here. i share poetry, reflections, and pieces of my heart, hoping they find the people who need them most. 🕊️ follow and support me on instagram @wildecho14
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Comments3
Excellent write
A deep sharing of the internal self in this poem. Heart felt and loved the periodic internal rhyme. Nicely done
A touching,sad and very heartfelt write of struggling to cope with inner turmoil, longing for someone to listen and not judge so the process of healing can start, in the hope that one day they can take mask off because they are genuinely alright, nicely expressed and written, take care
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