ma-kayla - Hello Poetry

They want me to be perfect— like I’m some kinda project they can fix or show off. “Get good grades.” “Be quiet.” “Make us proud.” Like that’s all I’m here for. Sometimes I wonder if they see me or just a checklist they need to tick off. Like, what if I don’t wanna be the smart kid? Or the athlete? Or whatever they planned? I’m tired of pretending, of always trying to be enough. But who even decides what enough is? Not me. I just wanna breathe, make mistakes, mess up, and still feel like I’m okay. But that’s not the story they want. They want a trophy. They want a star. But I just want to be me. Is that so much to ask?

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Jun 7, 2025

Jun 7, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC

"Expectations"

They want me to be perfect— like I’m some kinda project they can fix or show off. “Get good grades.” “Be quiet.” “Make us proud.” Like that’s all I’m here for. Sometimes I wonder if they see me or just a checklist they need to tick off. Like, what if I don’t wanna be the smart kid? Or the athlete? Or whatever they planned? I’m tired of pretending, of always trying to be enough. But who even decides what enough is? Not me. I just wanna breathe, make mistakes, mess up, and still feel like I’m okay. But that’s not the story they want. They want a trophy. They want a star. But I just want to be me. Is that so much to ask?

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Between the spaces we never filled, a quiet ache lingers—soft, unseen, like love remembered in a breath.

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Jun 6, 2025

Jun 6, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC

"Shadow of a Memory"

Between the spaces we never filled, a quiet ache lingers—soft, unseen, like love remembered in a breath.

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We loved like fire, fast and bright— no map, just heartbeats and Friday night. You said forever. I almost believed. Then summer ended— and so did we.

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Jun 6, 2025

Jun 6, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC

ECHOES OF SIXTEEN

We loved like fire, fast and bright— no map, just heartbeats and Friday night. You said forever. I almost believed. Then summer ended— and so did we.

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Not a kid, not fully grown, Finding truths I call my own. Falling, rising, still I try— With silent fire in my eye. A glimpse into the quiet strength of growing up- not lost, just becoming

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Jun 5, 2025

Jun 5, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC

"Becoming"

Not a kid, not fully grown, Finding truths I call my own. Falling, rising, still I try— With silent fire in my eye. A glimpse into the quiet strength of growing up- not lost, just becoming

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Even the moon has to go through phases - sometimes barely there, sometimes shining full. But no matter what, it always comes back whole.

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC

Chasing my full moon

Even the moon has to go through phases - sometimes barely there, sometimes shining full. But no matter what, it always comes back whole.

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I didn’t mean for it to end— not like this, not my best friend. The anger came, too fast, too loud. Now I dig and whisper proud. We laughed that night, like always did— talked of dreams and stupid kids. But I held hurt behind my grin— a thousand cuts he’d sliced within. He didn’t know how deep they went, how words can bruise, how time gets spent. One glass too much, a shove, a shout— and all those ghosts came pouring out. I saw the fear flash in his eyes, too late to stop, too late for "why’s." "I’m sorry" won’t bring him back. But still, I say it to the cracks. The ground is cold, my hands are red. And silence speaks where he once said: "You’re my brother, through it all." Now I just recall the fall. No court, no cell can cage me in— just memory, and what has been.

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC

"What I Did"

I didn’t mean for it to end— not like this, not my best friend. The anger came, too fast, too loud. Now I dig and whisper proud. We laughed that night, like always did— talked of dreams and stupid kids. But I held hurt behind my grin— a thousand cuts he’d sliced within. He didn’t know how deep they went, how words can bruise, how time gets spent. One glass too much, a shove, a shout— and all those ghosts came pouring out. I saw the fear flash in his eyes, too late to stop, too late for "why’s." "I’m sorry" won’t bring him back. But still, I say it to the cracks. The ground is cold, my hands are red. And silence speaks where he once said: "You’re my brother, through it all." Now I just recall the fall. No court, no cell can cage me in— just memory, and what has been.

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Don’t Look Back I shouldn't have walked home alone— The street feels colder than I’ve known. Footsteps echo, not just mine, I glance behind but see no sign. My keys shake quiet in my hand, A voice once warned, “Don’t trust the man.” My chest is tight, my pace is fast, I pray each step won’t be my last. I want to scream, but nothing comes. My thoughts are loud, my body numb. Please, not tonight—not like this. I just want home. I just want peace.

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC

Don't Look Back

Don’t Look Back I shouldn't have walked home alone— The street feels colder than I’ve known. Footsteps echo, not just mine, I glance behind but see no sign. My keys shake quiet in my hand, A voice once warned, “Don’t trust the man.” My chest is tight, my pace is fast, I pray each step won’t be my last. I want to scream, but nothing comes. My thoughts are loud, my body numb. Please, not tonight—not like this. I just want home. I just want peace.

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