All they see are the medals I hold.
All they see is how well I perform in matches.
All they see is how strong I am.
How dedicated I am.
How passionate I am about my life.
They call me talented.
Inspiring.
Motivating.
Focused.
Dedicated
But how do I tell them,
that there's still a little girl inside me,
waiting for a small word of appreciation
from the people who gave me life...
waiting for a simple hug.
How can I be enough for the world,
yet never enough for them?
Tbh, every victory feels empty.
Every medal.
Every achievement.
Every effort I put into sports or studies
feels meaningless.
What's the point of winning a gold medal
when the one thing I wanted most—
to make them proud,
to feel loved—
still remains unfulfilled?
What will I do of such name and fame?
What will I do
with thousands of strangers clapping for me,
when none of those hands, belongs to them?
How do I explain
that I feel like I'm winning and losing
at the same time?
To the world,
I'm a winner.
But in my own eyes,
I'm just
a lost winner
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Author:
Antra Sharma (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How do I say that South Asian Gold Medal, don't give me pleasure anymore... I thought I'll have everything when I'll hold that medal but....
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Comments5
Once they see you're talanted, you enter the machine and don't come out till you're replaced.
Sadly the person and their feelings get left behind.
Thank you for your kind words
There is a huge amount of pain in this write a feeling of not being enough that somehow one's own parents do not recognize them. In most species mothers have an unconditional love for their young if this is not present the problem is not with the young but the mother. Well written and heart rending
I'm so glad you liked it, and it's true, even I blamed myself for yrs but not I have realised it was never my fault
A sad wound healed
More often in this life it’s less the tangible things that bring us joy but rather the intangible. Great work.
Truee, thank you
You are most welcome!
Wow, Antra...this is deeply moving. The contrast between public victory and private hurt gives the whole piece real weight. Being praised by the world means very little when the people you most want to hear it from stay silent. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yess, I agree being praised by all is also good, but then a question arises that why not my own ppl🥀
Tell them it's O.K. for them to say they love you, tell them you need their love more now than ever before so that you do not get eaten alive by the machine. Perhaps just a quiet sit down conversation with just you and them. It may be that they are trying to protect you from all the other attention you are getting by trying to keep you on keel by ignoring all the glamor. - Phil A.
Unfortunately I tried it all... They don't want to listen me, they have no time...
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