Taffy - Hello Poetry

Echoes of pain in my heart seeing myself lagging behind all Time paused, mind couldn’t resist, compared, taunted, made me rot like i should never exist Brain not working, patience not left, all i did was just scroll to disconnect Started praying may night never end as that was the only time my mind would rest Inner thoughts, self sabotage was all i did; i could have fought but , i didn’t

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC

Taffy

The Feeling of being left behind:)

Echoes of pain in my heart seeing myself lagging behind all Time paused, mind couldn’t resist, compared, taunted, made me rot like i should never exist Brain not working, patience not left, all i did was just scroll to disconnect Started praying may night never end as that was the only time my mind would rest Inner thoughts, self sabotage was all i did; i could have fought but , i didn’t

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Never knew childhood was the only fun, as an adult the only dream is just to run. The kid was cherished, loved, full of pride, now hated for small things they tried. It was always games, laughter, moments so light, never knew they’d turn to duties, failures, taunts that bite. That innocence once pure and free, is now dismissed as naivety. Mistakes were never counted back then, now even a slight inconvenience is never forgiven. The kid once scared of getting hurt, now craves to be nonexistent.

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Jan 16

Jan 16, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC

Taffy

A contrast.

Never knew childhood was the only fun, as an adult the only dream is just to run. The kid was cherished, loved, full of pride, now hated for small things they tried. It was always games, laughter, moments so light, never knew they’d turn to duties, failures, taunts that bite. That innocence once pure and free, is now dismissed as naivety. Mistakes were never counted back then, now even a slight inconvenience is never forgiven. The kid once scared of getting hurt, now craves to be nonexistent.

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Trying , trying and trying , All i ended up with was crying . I gave up many times, But always had belief in mine. Won't deny that i wasted time, But did you see me even trying? Always compared me despite seeing the efforts of mine, What was affecting me never seemed to cross their mind. Marks for society killed my thrive , I tried my best but they never got satisfied. I wanted to prove , but they never gave me a chance to shine, All i ended up with was trying and crying

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Jan 16

Jan 16, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC

Taffy

A silent voice.

Trying , trying and trying , All i ended up with was crying . I gave up many times, But always had belief in mine. Won't deny that i wasted time, But did you see me even trying? Always compared me despite seeing the efforts of mine, What was affecting me never seemed to cross their mind. Marks for society killed my thrive , I tried my best but they never got satisfied. I wanted to prove , but they never gave me a chance to shine, All i ended up with was trying and crying

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I once believed that life was fun, then questioned if it had begun. I learned too late what people see not souls, but scored ability. Individuality lost its name, intelligence became the frame. No one asked what lived inside, they only measured what I tried. They chase success, the wealth, the fame, to me it feels a hollow game. One exam decides who’s crowned, who’s loved, and who is left unbound. I thought I’d always be the one, the chosen, loved, the never done. But life came down, stripped my disguise, taught me to stop seeking their eyes. My heart went numb, I wore a mask, played the role society asked. They thought I felt no joy or pain, just silent, cold, emotionally plain. My self-esteem fell piece by piece, survival became my only peace. One careless word I dared to say made them judge my worth that day. All I wished for was one clear sign that my existence wasn’t a lie. I carried pain that wasn’t mine strange how it became my life.

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Jan 15

Jan 15, 2026 at 3:25 AM UTC

Taffy

Unseen Ache;)

I once believed that life was fun, then questioned if it had begun. I learned too late what people see not souls, but scored ability. Individuality lost its name, intelligence became the frame. No one asked what lived inside, they only measured what I tried. They chase success, the wealth, the fame, to me it feels a hollow game. One exam decides who’s crowned, who’s loved, and who is left unbound. I thought I’d always be the one, the chosen, loved, the never done. But life came down, stripped my disguise, taught me to stop seeking their eyes. My heart went numb, I wore a mask, played the role society asked. They thought I felt no joy or pain, just silent, cold, emotionally plain. My self-esteem fell piece by piece, survival became my only peace. One careless word I dared to say made them judge my worth that day. All I wished for was one clear sign that my existence wasn’t a lie. I carried pain that wasn’t mine strange how it became my life.

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