Whispers of The Soul: Poems and Musings

Who I am

Feeling like an outsider even with my closest ones

In the midst of laughter I'm the silent one

Everyone having fun and getting high but I can't even smoke so why try

Their eyes glossed over while I stay grounded wondering why

Always left out, always on the side, like the salad in a restaurant that just looks sad and dry

I just wanna leave and lock my room and fucking cry

Find solace in the quiet, let emotions bloom

In the fake safety of my solitude where my thoughts consume

I feel like an observer watching my life pass me by

There's monsters in my head they're all around me and they're all yelling loud

You could've, you should've, you have to, you must

You're meant for greatness, you're wasting your time

How do I tell them that greatness for them

Doesn't mean the future I dream for myself

I'm lost in confusion, my true self unseen,

In their eyes I'm a stranger, not their chosen queen

In the shadows cast by their blinding ambition

I stumble, suffocate, and lose my own vision

The path that they've carved, a road I can't follow

My heart is a captive in their expectations' hollow

No respite can be found in their relentless glare

Their words, like shackles, imprison me there

The echoes of "should" and "must" in my mind

Drown out my voice and the person that they hope to bind

In the quiet rebellion of a silent cry

I'll forge my own path, reach for my own sky

Though I'm misunderstood, I'll stand and not pretend

To be someone else, for I am who I am

T.