Up till 3, I am getting stressed,
I don’t know what is all this mess?
Suffocating beneath the books—they tell me how my future looks.
It’s killing me, rather just a delivery of "being the best."
Do this, then that. "Oh, you left this one."
"Oh my god, you can’t even do this? It’s just a subject. It’s just a piano class."
"Why are you just sitting there? You’ve changed."
"You don’t listen... you’ve changed."
"You are talking... you’ve changed."
"You are breathing... you’ve changed."
Just shut up. I am done with this. With you.
Just go to hell. I can’t be your perfect doll.
And yes, I’ve gone insane.
And yes, I am no more the robo girl.
I’ve died. Reborn into the beast.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:36 PM UTC
Soon enough, I’ll be the adult.
Soon enough, I’ll be the one pressured—
Just like my parents.
I’ll be alone.
I’ll have thousands with me, but no one of my own.
Losing innocence, losing the title of "Papa’s girl,"
I’ll be alone. Just like my parents.
Soon enough, I’ll be the adult.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
"I am here," says the Beauty. "So am I," says the Beast.
"We make everything seem so easy to pass by—
Believe me, it’s the least."
It’s because the Beauty and the Beast balance out the deadly:
Where Beauty seems pure, the Beast seems a medley.
It’s the game of chess which they play:
First, the Beauty, as beautiful as clay;
Second, the Beast, ready to slay.
They both seem friendly, but it’s rather a camouflage,
'Cause one day the Beast will be back in Hell,
And the Beauty will be buried in flowers.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:57 PM UTC
You were always there in my dreams,
beautiful, charming
You were always in my heart,
as a star, untouchable
You were possessive,
And I admired it,
Why you ask?
'cause you are
My heartbeat,
My safe place,
My love.
Your voice was deep,
making me shiver every time,
Your personality was alpha,
making me blush all the time,
Why you ask?
'cause you are
My start,
My ending,
My Beauty....
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
have you ever felt unheard?
have you ever felt that you shouldn't relay your feelings because it might hurt others?
have you ever felt like you are dying inside?
have you ever felt poetry is your way of adoring your ugly pain?
have you ever felt that there is no normal for you?
have you ever felt the need to be hugged?
have you ever felt there is no safe space of yours?
well, I do
I guess I do...
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
Unheard, a little girl lived,
Alone, always caught in a rift.
She just wanted to live.
She just wanted to breathe.
She just wanted to exist.
She was ambitious, Had a dream.
Wanted it as smooth as a river's stream.
But she forgot,
She forgot her existence,
Existence of pain, fear, misery,
Though she remembered,
she remembered
That light comes only after a fight,
That light comes only after a fight...
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
I hated most of the things.
The things which made me feel filthy.
But most of all, I hated my childhood.
I hate it because I was not innocent.
I hated it because I was naive enough to think it’s okay.
It’s okay to watch.
It’s okay to show my eyes filled with lust to everyone.
But most of all, I thought it’s okay "It's never too late to turn back".
But by the time I understood, it’s always too late.
I had lost.
I had lost my life, my smile—the real one—my childhood when I was five, my beloved, my charm.
And the thing left was me: hollow.
Hollow deep within. No one to understand. No one to say, "I am here to listen."
And the thing left was me: shattered.
Shattered deliberately to join into a new work of art,
yet I was broken, cracks appearing.
The beauty only to see as the touch could stop everything.
Could stop everything in my little world.
And would have left the fragile me lying there.
Fragile, incompetent, annoying, a problem.
Every word fitted me, until I realized, I remembered:
I was hollow, shattered.
No room for feelings ever again.
Yet I cry.
Yet I cry,
to believe I can trust one day.
To believe I can love one day.
To believe, I'll be a new unbroken beauty one day....
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC
I know, I am the problem,
No one but me,
And everyone thinks I'm meant to be solved,
But one day, I believe,
I believe, I'll be loved,
And not solved.
I ruin everyone's happy day,
I do it, okay fine,
I ruin peace, I ruin calm,
I ruin silence, I ruin mood,
I do it, okay fine.
But one day, there will be someone
to come get me every time,
I believe there will be that day too,
I know they love me,
But I
I ruin for sure,
their bliss, their charm,
their enthusiasm, their smile,
I do it, okay fine.
But one day, I believe,
I will be okay, I am the problem,
It's me,
want to solve or love ?
it's okay, until I make it difficult,
It's okay, until I ruin it,
But one day, I believe,
I'll be the source of happiness,
One day for sure,
One day for sure,
One day for sure,
Everything will be alright....
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
A demon lurks behind me,
waiting for my vulnerable period,
So that he could swallow me up,
swallow me up and make me his.
The demon looks friendly.
But is it?
The demon looks charming.
But is it?
The demon says, "It's okay."
But is it?
I am believing it day by day,
Thinking it's fine.
But as I wait to be the darkest,
the devil says, "I am his."
My devil and demon fight every day,
And I don't want any one of them to win.
If they do, I won't be able to turn back.
Turn back to myself, to my life,
to my happiness, to my memories.
And I will be lost, lost forever....
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just my way of hiding my mistakes?
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just that I am exhausted of life?
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just me playing the victim card?
I ask these questions from the universe,
But all I get are hollow whispers.
I ask these questions from the crowd,
But all I get are pity stares.
I wonder if my heart is broken
And fear undressed.
I wonder if I am just choosing between life and death.
All this seems *******
All this seems unrealistic.
But these are my questions
And this is my poetry.
I like my broken self.
Or do I really?
But these are my questions.
And you've got no right
To decide who I am...
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC