Zayamarie - Hello Poetry

When I was 10, my father took me to the funeral of one of his friends I'd never met. I stood quietly in a corner, just waiting to leave, when a man walked up to me. He smiled sadly and said, "Enjoy your life, kid. Be happy... because I never was." Then he gently placed his hand on my head and walked away. Before leaving, my father insisted I say goodbye to the deceased. But when I looked into the coffin, my heart froze... lying there was the same man who had just spoken to me minutes earlier. From that day, I had trouble sleeping. I feared being alone, kept the lights on at night, and even saw a psychologist. Years later, I learned something that changed everything: the man in the coffin had a twin brother.

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May 13

May 13, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC

Over-reacted

When I was 10, my father took me to the funeral of one of his friends I'd never met. I stood quietly in a corner, just waiting to leave, when a man walked up to me. He smiled sadly and said, "Enjoy your life, kid. Be happy... because I never was." Then he gently placed his hand on my head and walked away. Before leaving, my father insisted I say goodbye to the deceased. But when I looked into the coffin, my heart froze... lying there was the same man who had just spoken to me minutes earlier. From that day, I had trouble sleeping. I feared being alone, kept the lights on at night, and even saw a psychologist. Years later, I learned something that changed everything: the man in the coffin had a twin brother.

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So I grew up. I built a spine so you couldn't trample me anymore. Was that it? Did my boundaries trigger you so much that you ghosted and ran away? Yeah, I ******* up, And I'm not avoiding it, I know exactly what I did. But at least I had the guts to own my side of it. And that's something you've never had the courage to do. I finally found my voice. I stopped swallowing your toxic garbage and staying quiet. The truth is, I’ve always had real value. You couldn't see it because of your stubborn mind, But my worth is valid to the people who actually matter. If I were as petty and childish as you, I’d be hoarding massive grudges against you. Just like the callow, weak blame you constantly project onto me. Look, I’m not acting like I’m above it all or some self-righteous ***** I’ve done enough ***** stuff to fill a septic tank. But here’s the difference: I own my mess. We’re all just human. We're all the same underneath. We're all liars, cheaters, lovers, and seekers. We all have our own dirt to answer for. But you don't try to take the accountability of it, you shame everyone else for it. And you’re getting absolutely nowhere trying to gaslight me and pin your own failures on the one person who was actually trying to have your back. Open those blind eyes. The ones you use to feed your own delusions. Maybe then you’ll finally see that love always wins over people Who only know how to hate because they're secretly miserable with themselves.

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 7:29 PM UTC

yea

So I grew up. I built a spine so you couldn't trample me anymore. Was that it? Did my boundaries trigger you so much that you ghosted and ran away? Yeah, I ******* up, And I'm not avoiding it, I know exactly what I did. But at least I had the guts to own my side of it. And that's something you've never had the courage to do. I finally found my voice. I stopped swallowing your toxic garbage and staying quiet. The truth is, I’ve always had real value. You couldn't see it because of your stubborn mind, But my worth is valid to the people who actually matter. If I were as petty and childish as you, I’d be hoarding massive grudges against you. Just like the callow, weak blame you constantly project onto me. Look, I’m not acting like I’m above it all or some self-righteous ***** I’ve done enough ***** stuff to fill a septic tank. But here’s the difference: I own my mess. We’re all just human. We're all the same underneath. We're all liars, cheaters, lovers, and seekers. We all have our own dirt to answer for. But you don't try to take the accountability of it, you shame everyone else for it. And you’re getting absolutely nowhere trying to gaslight me and pin your own failures on the one person who was actually trying to have your back. Open those blind eyes. The ones you use to feed your own delusions. Maybe then you’ll finally see that love always wins over people Who only know how to hate because they're secretly miserable with themselves.

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You tell me that if I ever talk back or do it again, I’ll walk. I don’t think it’s just about the distance; you’re tired of me, and I can feel it. You want me to leave, and I can feel it. I’ll walk. You tell me if I don’t fix my face, I’ll walk. I’m sorry. I’ll walk if that makes you happy. I know you’re tired. I know you’re stressed. I know you’re in pain. I’ll walk, and I’ll walk— I’ll walk so far you won't have to feel it anymore. You won’t have to be stressed. You won’t be so tired. Because I’ll be gone. I walked home. But is this home? The air is held breath, the floorboards are ice. This is hell and I can't seem to walk anymore. I’m stuck. Suddenly, I don’t want to do it again. I want to fix my face. I want to be the reason for your stress, the reason you have no rest— because behind all this, is still your loving daughter. I’m stuck, thinking of the years when my legs were shorter, and "walking" only meant the distance between the front door and your knees. Back then, I didn’t walk— I ran. I ran until I ran out of breath, launching myself into the safety of your arms before I even knew how to fall. You used to catch me. You used to reach for me. But the sidewalk has grown longer now. The space between us isn't a hug anymore; it’s a threat. I’m being told to walk away from the same man I used to sprint toward, and my feet don't know how to move in a direction that leads me further from you.

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Apr 26

Apr 26, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC

I'll walk home

You tell me that if I ever talk back or do it again, I’ll walk. I don’t think it’s just about the distance; you’re tired of me, and I can feel it. You want me to leave, and I can feel it. I’ll walk. You tell me if I don’t fix my face, I’ll walk. I’m sorry. I’ll walk if that makes you happy. I know you’re tired. I know you’re stressed. I know you’re in pain. I’ll walk, and I’ll walk— I’ll walk so far you won't have to feel it anymore. You won’t have to be stressed. You won’t be so tired. Because I’ll be gone. I walked home. But is this home? The air is held breath, the floorboards are ice. This is hell and I can't seem to walk anymore. I’m stuck. Suddenly, I don’t want to do it again. I want to fix my face. I want to be the reason for your stress, the reason you have no rest— because behind all this, is still your loving daughter. I’m stuck, thinking of the years when my legs were shorter, and "walking" only meant the distance between the front door and your knees. Back then, I didn’t walk— I ran. I ran until I ran out of breath, launching myself into the safety of your arms before I even knew how to fall. You used to catch me. You used to reach for me. But the sidewalk has grown longer now. The space between us isn't a hug anymore; it’s a threat. I’m being told to walk away from the same man I used to sprint toward, and my feet don't know how to move in a direction that leads me further from you.

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Baby... please... it's the way you speak Forming words so easily And I think of the way you think It keeps me from falling asleep In that grave I call a bed Until you called me up and said "I haven't stopped crying My father's been drinking I need a place to stay I don't want to be here He's saying the words that He promised he would never say That liquid he consumes Makes him speak the truth" And I said, "No, it's not that at all It's that bottle of lies for a troubled heart It's standing on the edge of a mountain top Screaming anything he wants like "Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Because I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist" I remember the way you shook It's a shame that we're not soul mates 'Cause if I didn't know better I'd say this feels pretty good And how could I be scared When I stretch and feel you're there So shut your mouth 'Cause these words will speak themselves I can feel them in these blankets And they're surrounding your figure Embraced in the quilts And I can't help but think You're my missing puzzle piece I wake up in the hallway, I'm looking for sunlight With the rays that will cure me of the pain that keeps my lungs tight Ignoring the voices, the feelings that tell me To get out of this house I can't make them stop I'm just like my mom And you said, "No, these demons will fall You're so precious to us all" And I said, "I, I can't do this alone I still need you to hold So don't let go, don't let go, don't let go Don't let go, don't let go, don't let go Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid"

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Apr 22

Apr 22, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC

i exist i exist i exist

Baby... please... it's the way you speak Forming words so easily And I think of the way you think It keeps me from falling asleep In that grave I call a bed Until you called me up and said "I haven't stopped crying My father's been drinking I need a place to stay I don't want to be here He's saying the words that He promised he would never say That liquid he consumes Makes him speak the truth" And I said, "No, it's not that at all It's that bottle of lies for a troubled heart It's standing on the edge of a mountain top Screaming anything he wants like "Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Because I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist" I remember the way you shook It's a shame that we're not soul mates 'Cause if I didn't know better I'd say this feels pretty good And how could I be scared When I stretch and feel you're there So shut your mouth 'Cause these words will speak themselves I can feel them in these blankets And they're surrounding your figure Embraced in the quilts And I can't help but think You're my missing puzzle piece I wake up in the hallway, I'm looking for sunlight With the rays that will cure me of the pain that keeps my lungs tight Ignoring the voices, the feelings that tell me To get out of this house I can't make them stop I'm just like my mom And you said, "No, these demons will fall You're so precious to us all" And I said, "I, I can't do this alone I still need you to hold So don't let go, don't let go, don't let go Don't let go, don't let go, don't let go Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid"

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Hi Mom, I never meant to be such a burden to you. I never meant to not do the dishes, or to sleep while watching my little siblings. I never meant to cuss at you; I never meant to scream. I’m sorry, Mother, for being such a burden to you. I never meant to make you hate your other children. I never meant for you to forget us. I never meant for you to start a new life. I’m sorry for "neglecting" you. I’m sorry, Mama, for trying to fight my thoughts and live another day. I never meant to cast a demon on myself called "depression." I never meant to not read the Bible. I never meant to hurt you, Mama. I never meant to grow. I never meant to lie to you. I’m so sorry, Mom, for not being the little girl you praised years ago. I should’ve known better.

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Apr 17

Apr 17, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC

A letter to my Mother.

Hi Mom, I never meant to be such a burden to you. I never meant to not do the dishes, or to sleep while watching my little siblings. I never meant to cuss at you; I never meant to scream. I’m sorry, Mother, for being such a burden to you. I never meant to make you hate your other children. I never meant for you to forget us. I never meant for you to start a new life. I’m sorry for "neglecting" you. I’m sorry, Mama, for trying to fight my thoughts and live another day. I never meant to cast a demon on myself called "depression." I never meant to not read the Bible. I never meant to hurt you, Mama. I never meant to grow. I never meant to lie to you. I’m so sorry, Mom, for not being the little girl you praised years ago. I should’ve known better.

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You are a house with every door left open, letting everyone in to move the furniture until there is no room left for you to sit down. You fold yourself into their corners, trying to fit inside the boxes they built, while your own life stays packed away in the dark. I'm here. I see the way you disappear into their smiles. I see the escape you’re looking for in the quiet moments before someone else’s hand reaches out to take your time. You are a ghost in your own kitchen, catering a plate you aren’t allowed to eat. I'm here. And I am standing here, the eldest, the anchor, feeling the rope fraying against the rocks. I see you, but my hands are full of my own wreckage. I want to reach out, to pull you onto the shore, but the waves are pulling at me, too. I'm here. I want to help... I want to help! I want to help help me, help me! HELP YOU! The words are a knot in my throat that won't untie. I am screaming into the wind because if I don't save you, who will? But if I don't save myself, I am gone. I'm here.

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Apr 17

Apr 17, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC

I'm here sister.

You are a house with every door left open, letting everyone in to move the furniture until there is no room left for you to sit down. You fold yourself into their corners, trying to fit inside the boxes they built, while your own life stays packed away in the dark. I'm here. I see the way you disappear into their smiles. I see the escape you’re looking for in the quiet moments before someone else’s hand reaches out to take your time. You are a ghost in your own kitchen, catering a plate you aren’t allowed to eat. I'm here. And I am standing here, the eldest, the anchor, feeling the rope fraying against the rocks. I see you, but my hands are full of my own wreckage. I want to reach out, to pull you onto the shore, but the waves are pulling at me, too. I'm here. I want to help... I want to help! I want to help help me, help me! HELP YOU! The words are a knot in my throat that won't untie. I am screaming into the wind because if I don't save you, who will? But if I don't save myself, I am gone. I'm here.

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Scripted cinematic They call it a fever dream I call it the truth.

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC

Rom-com

Scripted cinematic They call it a fever dream I call it the truth.

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Old ink, modern pens, I trace a different line, shunned by followers.

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC

"Out-dated"

Old ink, modern pens, I trace a different line, shunned by followers.

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The ceiling is the first thing I see. No noise, just the realization that I'm..still here? I'm 17 and I've already built a world for myself, but in this house, that doesn't matter. I'm treated like a child who doesn't know any better, Stuck under the rules that ignore the person I actually am. The sequence of expectations. Get to school, chores, make it another day. It's not the work that's hard-I can handle it-- It's just the numbing rhythm of it... It's the background noise to a life that feels like it's on repeat. I'm moving through motions in a house full of people I truly love, but I am completely, utterly alone. I know what I need to do, The GED is out there like a door I'm supposed to walk through. I tell myself today is the day I'll start, Today is the day I'll make that move that changes everything. I have the goal, I have the vision, but when its time to act, I'm frozen. The weekend hits and the silence is heavy, I should be reaching for that better life, but instead, I drown, I sink into the vivid, bright world in my head because in there, I'm actually living. Out here, I'm just a sack of meat starring at the wall, watching my own time slip away while I stay perfectly still but Hey, there's a talent... Watching my life go by, wishing things could get better, setting approachable goals, but yet, I'm nothing but an open promise. It's a specific kind of hurt-- being old enough to have goals and a past, but being forced into a role that feels too small. I'm stuck in the gap between the person I know I am and the version of me they see. It's a long, quiet ache, I am aware of the waste, and still. I do nothing.

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC

Drowning in silence.

The ceiling is the first thing I see. No noise, just the realization that I'm..still here? I'm 17 and I've already built a world for myself, but in this house, that doesn't matter. I'm treated like a child who doesn't know any better, Stuck under the rules that ignore the person I actually am. The sequence of expectations. Get to school, chores, make it another day. It's not the work that's hard-I can handle it-- It's just the numbing rhythm of it... It's the background noise to a life that feels like it's on repeat. I'm moving through motions in a house full of people I truly love, but I am completely, utterly alone. I know what I need to do, The GED is out there like a door I'm supposed to walk through. I tell myself today is the day I'll start, Today is the day I'll make that move that changes everything. I have the goal, I have the vision, but when its time to act, I'm frozen. The weekend hits and the silence is heavy, I should be reaching for that better life, but instead, I drown, I sink into the vivid, bright world in my head because in there, I'm actually living. Out here, I'm just a sack of meat starring at the wall, watching my own time slip away while I stay perfectly still but Hey, there's a talent... Watching my life go by, wishing things could get better, setting approachable goals, but yet, I'm nothing but an open promise. It's a specific kind of hurt-- being old enough to have goals and a past, but being forced into a role that feels too small. I'm stuck in the gap between the person I know I am and the version of me they see. It's a long, quiet ache, I am aware of the waste, and still. I do nothing.

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