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  Dec 2023 Rachel
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
Rachel Dec 2023
Am I really upset over this shopping cart?
This cart that is full of heavy and huge products.
Am I upset over how many people may make me stop and block my path in this store?
Every single one, just trying to get by, with their very own shopping cart.
No.
It must be this feeling of being unheard.
To follow and soon becoming lead.
But where is progression when those who follow, don’t.
Annoyance, overstimulation, anger, boil.
Every stop, turn, push.
Stop.
Turn.
Push.
Is it my fault we’re here?
Perhaps next time I’ll come alone.
Hello, it’s been a while since I’ve posted or have written anything on here. I just wrote this poem in a state of built up emotion. As someone who gets overstimulated in stores where big crowds occur you might understand how it feels like trying to get by, especially if you’re in charge of pushing this heavy shopping cart. Mix that with unresolved and unspoken issues between you and whoever you come with and you get this. Thank you.
Rachel Mar 2020
I tried so hard to make you notice me, see me in a different light.
I knew we were complete opposites,
And you didn’t feel the same way,
But I swear there were times where you made me question if that’s what friends were supposed to say.
I made one small mistake and like always, there’s a consequence to pay.
You don’t want to be friends anymore, you feel betrayed and hurt.
I would never want you to feel this way.
Crying over you would be silly, so instead I stay quiet with the pain in my chest and the numbness in my mind.
You were never the best to me and there were times I thought you took advantage of my kindness, but that ended up being my downfall, how ironic.
There’s so many memories of you in my phone, In my life, and I can’t help but look and think.
Whether i like it or not, you have affected my whole life. I look at things and places with you in my mind.
How will I manage to pretend we were never anything when we see each other at work? Strangers to close friends to strangers again? Is this the cycle that marks our end?
I never wanted it to end.
At least now you see me in a different light, but it’s the one i tried to avoid.
Rachel Jan 2020
Am i exaggerating?
Due to all the friends I've lost,
all the things I've gone through.
Is it all because of me?
Am i manipulative?
Am i toxic?
I try my hardest to keep them and love them with all of my heart.
and they still leave.
I am not good enough.
In my heart, i know it is not me.
but sometimes it is better to think as myself as the bad guy.
Because i'm tired of being the one who keeps getting hurt.
I always like to create my poems whenever i feel the need to express myself, like this one. This poem might seem all over the place, but they're my emotions and thoughts in words.
Rachel Oct 2019
Once you drift away from affection, you get used to the cold.
Until you remember how it felt like to be embraced in the genuine warmth of someone’s love.
Rachel Sep 2019
I won’t lie.
Once those eyes met mine,
I imagined.
When I watched you run your hands through your hair multiple times,
I daydreamed.
But when I saw that genuine smile and laugh you gave once I made you laugh,
I fell.
Rachel Sep 2019
While waking up,
in that dream state of mine.
I imagined that you texted me,
and my heart leaped.
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