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Ana21 1d
I was born into expectations,
wrapped in prayers and rules,
a daughter shaped by scriptures,
but never by choice.

If I speak, my voice is defiance,
if I’m silent, I’m weak.
A war I never started,
yet somehow, I lose.

I tried to be their perfect child,
folded myself into quiet obedience,
swallowed my thoughts like bitter pills,
but perfection was a lie I couldn't live.

So I stood, unbowed, unbroken,
but to them, I was lost.
A wandering soul, a whispered shame,
a lesson in what not to be.

I have made peace with the distance,
with the sighs and the shaking heads.
For I would rather be whole and unloved,
than loved for someone I am not.
This speaks about the quiet battle of being shaped by expectations yet yearning for authenticity. 🌿📖 It reflects the cost of choosing oneself over conformity—the distance it creates 🚶🏾‍♀️💭, the love it sacrifices 💔, but also the peace it brings. 🌊🕊️ In the end, it is a declaration of strength 💪🏾: the choice to be whole 🌟 rather than be loved under false terms. ❤️
Ana21 1d
I had so much to say
Words that sat heavy on my tongue,
Thoughts that ached to reach you,
But my hands stayed still, my lips stayed shut.

Life swallowed me whole,
Pulled me into shadows I couldn't escape.
I wanted to call, I wanted to write,
But my voice felt too small against the weight.

Still, I thought you'd understand.
I thought you'd see the silence for what it was
Not absence, not indifference,
But a battle I was losing on my own.

Then the day came, a door cracked open,
A moment to bridge the space between us.
But your words hit like a final blow:
"We were never close."

I wanted to tell you—
Tell you how much you meant,
How I clung to the idea of us,
How I thought our roots ran deep enough to survive.

But I understood.
I gave you space, let you go,
Watched from the edges as you flourished,
As you smiled, as you thrived without me.

Now, I sit with our echoes.
I press play on our old videos,
Laugh at the way we used to be,
Smile at a past that only I seem to hold.

Maybe you’ve moved on.
Maybe I’m just the only one
Still stuck in yesterday,
Still holding onto a friendship
That only exists in my heart.
Some friendships fade, not because they weren’t real, but because life got in the way. What happens when you finally get the chance to reach out—only to hear the words “We were never close” from someone who once meant everything? Still Stuck in Yesterday is a heartfelt poem about love, loss, and the bittersweet grip of memories we can’t let go of. If you've ever held onto a friendship that slipped away, this one's for you.
2d · 49
Silent Façade
Ana21 2d
We sit in rows with practiced grace
Smiling bright, the perfect face
A family framed in golden light
Yet silence thickens every night

The air is sharp with things unsaid
A war if words that go unshed
Their glances cold, their tempers tight
Their love- a ghost that hides from sight

But when the world comes near to see
We play our parts so flawlessly
A gentle laugh, a fond embrace
Well rehearsed in hollow space

For image reigns, the truth dead
So hold your tongue and bow your heads
They love their masks as well as their pride
And so we keep the hurt inside
Does anyone else feel some level of stress and discomfort because they have to constantly wear a mask that hides who they are?
Especially when it involves families;
It would always look like image is far more important than what actually matters and it's soo sad 😢 annoying and frustrating because you'll eventually get tired of pretending that all is well within. And you're silent because you realise there's really no need to speak out cause you won't be heard

— The End —