midnightyearner - Hello Poetry

I don’t know who I am. Sometimes I think I never did. And that... terrifies me. Being someone is not taught. It’s learned over time. I spent so much time becoming someone else that I never became my own person. I became so many different versions of myself. Looking in a mirror now... feels like looking for someone who doesn’t exist. And maybe that’s what scares me the most. Not who I became... but that I never became someone at all.

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21h ago

Jun 4, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC

The Person I Never Became

I don’t know who I am. Sometimes I think I never did. And that... terrifies me. Being someone is not taught. It’s learned over time. I spent so much time becoming someone else that I never became my own person. I became so many different versions of myself. Looking in a mirror now... feels like looking for someone who doesn’t exist. And maybe that’s what scares me the most. Not who I became... but that I never became someone at all.

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Overwhelmed. It’s a feeling I know too well. It flows through me... like a river flows through mountains. It swallows me until I can barely breathe. Like... I’m drowning. Old memories haunt me... replaying in my head. The river keeps flowing as time keeps passing. Yet... I remain stranded in moments I should have escaped long ago.

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2d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 4:55 PM UTC

Haunted By Time.

Overwhelmed. It’s a feeling I know too well. It flows through me... like a river flows through mountains. It swallows me until I can barely breathe. Like... I’m drowning. Old memories haunt me... replaying in my head. The river keeps flowing as time keeps passing. Yet... I remain stranded in moments I should have escaped long ago.

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All my life, you never gave me the attention I needed. I was always... a choice. A mother is supposed to love her child, not discard them like they are nothing. It’s made me someone that sees... how every goodbye feels permanent. I learned to survive, not to live. I learned to question whether anyone could truly stay. I drive people away when they get close. Not because I want to... but because it’s what I taught myself. Now look at me. Broken. Fragile. A lost soul.

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4d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC

A Choice.

All my life, you never gave me the attention I needed. I was always... a choice. A mother is supposed to love her child, not discard them like they are nothing. It’s made me someone that sees... how every goodbye feels permanent. I learned to survive, not to live. I learned to question whether anyone could truly stay. I drive people away when they get close. Not because I want to... but because it’s what I taught myself. Now look at me. Broken. Fragile. A lost soul.

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I crave that feeling of love. Of validation. Like a fish needs water. Like a bird needs wings. Without it, I can’t survive. I crave our hearts becoming one, For you and I to become one. I long for that attachment. That closeness. That feeling of being needed. Maybe that’s my curse. To need people... More than they need me.

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5d ago

May 31, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC

More than they need me

I crave that feeling of love. Of validation. Like a fish needs water. Like a bird needs wings. Without it, I can’t survive. I crave our hearts becoming one, For you and I to become one. I long for that attachment. That closeness. That feeling of being needed. Maybe that’s my curse. To need people... More than they need me.

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