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If I could go back in time I’d hug my younger self & never let go
I’d be there for her in ways nobody has shown
I’d wipe her tears and tell her everything won’t be alright
But at the end of the tunnel God Holds the light
We’d glue together like Siamese twins
And id tell her to honor the skin she’s in
That everything anyone told her she’d be the opposite
I’d kiss her cheek and tell her how pretty she is
That the kids at her school will eventually see her for who she is
That the trauma she’d endured will lead her right
I’m so proud of her for putting up a fight
Unwanted from birth just means you’re destined to be here
She’ll overcome everything including her fears
It’s hard to pick a side when the truth is on both
No one’s justifying what could’ve been hope
She’d create alias to cover up the pain
Only to look in the mirror and still feel the same
This piece is a love letter to the younger version of myself. The girl who endured more than she should have, felt too much too early, and often questioned her worth.
It’s for the child in me who was overlooked, misunderstood, and left to carry heavy truths in silence.
Rewritten is not about pretending the past didn’t happen. It’s about honoring it, grieving what was lost, and reclaiming what was always mine—my voice, my beauty, my future.
To anyone reading this who has ever felt unseen, unwanted, or unloved
May you find the courage to go back for yourself, to rewrite the story, and to never let go again.
With love,
MissKaliPeach
MissKaliPeach May 11
The bigger picture is right there but you refuse to look at the wall
Intellectually I’m appalled by how you refuse to recognize the mural  you have
I’m starting to see why you can’t open the glass
I’ve flipped my mind in ways you’d never grasp
I don’t know if you think you’ve seen all that you can
   Just flip a coin
Let the faith decide, are you really ready to look into shattered eyes
Lost someone who isn’t even gone
Reality checks cashed on those who don’t need the scope to see a chosen one
It’s You against yourself now
Pushing through things you’ve never felt & it’s a relief
Seeing pain sit on your face leaves to much space for Grief
Your mind pretty as can be
I put my body on Do not disturb
Matter fact I took the batteries out my back so I do not work
I am emotionally non-existent for the many times I existed
For the many times you said you missed it
I never resisted
I let you enjoy my recordings
I let you bring out what was already embedded in me
You just wanted an experience but my body wouldn’t even let me be
I told you I am feeling some way
You gathered your things so quick I knew you didn’t want to stay
It’s okay
I’ve prepared for this many times I stared at this
Thinking if I know you’ll leave let me disable my voice and let you breathe
Let you exhale off my energy
And it was so **** draining you didn’t even realize how big my pain is killing me
Ive mastered detachment now
So it’s cool when my batteries roll out
I made it that way
See me and my body have created some space
Where I take away what you think you drained
Putting my consciousness on DnD
I don’t know who you think I am or what you see in me
But now I’m at my peak
I do it so much I don’t even blink
I just lay there numb wishing my electricity leak
So you won’t have me you energy harvesting FREAK
This poem explores emotional detachment as a form of self-preservation. It speaks to the exhaustion of giving too much to people who don’t recognize or appreciate the weight of your energy. It’s a raw, unapologetic acknowledgment of the pain that comes with constantly being drained, and the powerful decision to protect one’s self from further exploitation.
Another year around the Moon
I basked in oils and fragrances that bloom
Only to be picture perfect a muse
This journey has came with a lot
Not to mention somebody being shot
I wouldn’t take it back if I could cuz what’s to understand don’t gotta be understood
Pretty like a rose
Even dead ones too
Lavender burnt ends only smells I’m use to
Greedy people take my energy ******* up the little bit of soul left inna me
I applaud those who I was once close with
Leaving empty envelopes open
Spearing truth pierced eyes
Only the hateful believe the lies
Point proven to No One I’m my own creator
Not even spoiled milk have this much Flavor
Busy evolving I can’t come out
It’s like hibernation with war monkeys
Evitable drought
Closed fist swinging in the rain
I’m never taken back the love I received from pain
This poem reflects the bittersweet journey of evolving through adversity. It's a celebration of the strength gained from pain, the wisdom found in scars, and the unshakable sense of self that emerges from struggle.
The prettiest smiles hold the deepest secrets
Lies withhold
She means to keep it
Eyes have seen a different story
Built in trauma
Early mornings
Insomnia pest mind
Shakes and shivers
Knock down the bee hive
Painful Glitters
Stings of agony
Stings of pain
How in the world you keep that pretty smile sane
Dramatic figure embody the spirit
Begging for mercy and forgiveness
Apologetic Dreams asking who was
The girl with the prettiest pain
THE DRUG ✨
This poem is for anyone who’s ever been called “strong” while silently breaking. explores the duality between external beauty and internal suffering—the way smiles can mask storms, and how pain often hides in plain sight. I wrote this piece to give voice to the silent struggles that many carry behind polished appearances.
Being honest is a Trait most don’t have
It’s easier to lie then to steak out what you can’t grasp
A wise woman once said to be a Woman is to always be true to self
But how I act amaze me sometimes I need to be put  back on the shelf
China doll get smaller and smaller every cup you peel
Chandelier Diamonds in your eyes but who knew the flaws of beauty would be to Survive  
Ultimate Funeral-Bridal
Glorify that figure standing in the mirror
Rehearsal Recital
Playing the games a master mind couldn’t pull
Let them all know you are the Queen of All  Jewels 💎
Zirconia Silver Platinum Gold
Modernized state of living
Dead Souls
My Honesty don’t Fade I am true to the Woman in the cave
Blasphemy to not walk in my shoes
Built up Old Blues
Strong minded untraceable pain
Gorgeous Exterior Amazing Shame
This poem is a meditation on what it means to be an honest woman in a world that rewards illusion. It wrestles with identity, the pressure to maintain beauty while surviving internal storms, and the quiet grief that can live beneath strength. Through layered images and emotional contradictions, I explore the unpolished dignity of being flawed, powerful, and unapologetically real.
It rained in my head for months on end
At times i connected with the pollen in the wind
Spring felt like summer and fall felt like winter
Who would’ve expected this to feel like  blisters
I used a smile and pearly whites
to hide from what I trully cried about for nights
Anything noticeable goes unnoticed
A heavy tongue can become so potent
Conflict of judgement leads to open wounds
Why are you Disturbed by everything but the truth
Are the Pretty lies playing upon your ears
Not even looking at your potential or what you can realistically should not fear
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