family should feel like a blanket warm,
a shield to keep me safe from harm.
But mine is glass that cuts my skin,
a wound that opens deep within.
Their taunts are louder than their cheers,
their words still echo through my ears.
Everyone’s tired, no one tries,
love replaced with heavy sighs.
This home feels least like home
A cage of exhaustion more to go.
And here I am, the one who pleads,
guilty for wounds from which I bleed.
My mind’s a war they’ll never see,
my scars dressed up as a pretty smile.
I can run, but can’t take flight,
bound to this family line.
Its shadows tangled up with mine,
a curse I carry through the life.
And maybe I’m just good at disguise,
hiding my pain behind a smile.
For truth is safer locked away,
buried deep, where it must stay.
rebellious soul.
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REBELLIOUS SOUL (
Online) - Published: August 20th, 2025 13:16
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Comments3
A poem of keeping all inside. Nicely written with rhyme. Well done
Thank you for reading
You are most welcome
If your only outlet is poetry (and well expressed too) then that is better than complete submission. No possibility of escape and independence?
Yes this is. I can here express my thoughts freely.
Thank you for reading.
A strong and haunting piece, my friend. You gave voice to wounds too often hidden, and turned them into poetry that refuses silence. Well done. A fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛
Thank you for reading
I really was hoping to give the voice to the unheard.
You did! For sure! You are most welcome, my friend!
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