these days, it seems, no one wants to read,
caught in a world of quick and instant feed.
scrolling screens and voices on demand,
the art of patience slipping from our hands.

two lines here, three words there,
a glance is all that most can spare.
they skim the surface, miss the deep,
the poems that linger, the thoughts that seep.

but maybe it’s better if they don’t see,
let them have their quick and easy.
i’ll take the lines that cut me deep,
keep the words they never keep.

i hate school.  
hate this mold they push me into, day after day,  
this system built on outdated rules, just decay  
in the shape of classrooms and tests and noise,  
where they try to shape us like we’re their toys.  

they dream of a future with us all the same,  
workers, obedient, numb to the game.  
they think they’re clever, programming minds,  
but i’m not some machine for their factory lines.  

i’m human—raw, messy, and real,  
not built to follow, not built to kneel.  
it’s not about being different, it’s about being me,  
existing on my terms, letting myself just be.  

yet here i am, trapped eight hours a day,  
forty hours a week, wasting away,  
surrounded by people i can’t stand to see,  
with voices i wish i could mute permanently.  

they talk and gossip like radios stuck on repeat,  
no one shuts up, it’s a constant beat  
of nonsense and drama, nothing profound—  
even noise-canceling headphones can’t block out the sound.  

why should i suffer through this each day?  
i didn’t sign up for this, didn’t say “okay”  
to a life where i’m drained by their endless demands,  
while my own voice is silenced, restrained by their plans.  

i’d pay to erase them, to have peace of mind,  
imagine a button, like elliot, just rewind  
or mute the chaos, cut through the din—  
a world where only my voice gets in.  

because i don’t care about their lives, i don’t care at all,  
i’m busy keeping myself standing tall.  
but tell me why i have to sit and decay  
in a system that strips me, day after day?  

i’m done with their rules, their outdated schemes,  
i’m finding my way beyond their tired dreams.  
they want me to fall in line, to stay blind,  
but i’m choosing myself, leaving their system behind.

i’m drifting, and i like it—
no more calls, no fake smiles,
just the quiet hum of solitude.
i’m slipping off their radar,
leaving texts unanswered,
their names blur into static.

it’s not good, but it feels real,
no masks, no roles to play.
i vanish into my own world,
where silence isn’t lonely,
just space to breathe.

i watch from the outside now,
a ghost in their lives,
a stranger in mine.
it’s like i’m disappearing,
but somehow,
i’m finally free.

they say you are what you attract,  
but i’ve only ever wanted peace—  
yet here they come, uninvited,  
like shadows i can’t outrun.

i’m told that clothes speak for me,  
but what’s left to say  
when i’m covered head to toe,  
hiding everything, and still  
they see an invitation  
in every step i take.

i’m just trying to live my life,  
to walk the streets without fear,  
to mind my own **** business,  
but they never take the hint—  
always thinking the world owes them  
a piece of me, of anyone,  
of every woman who dares to exist  
without asking for attention.

i never called for their gaze,  
never welcomed their words,  
but still, they force their presence  
like the air i wish i could escape.  
why must i suffer for their hunger,  
their lack of self-control?  
i dream of a place where women roam free,  
a sanctuary far from unwanted eyes—  
a haven where no xy chromosomes  
can claim the space we need to breathe.

but here i am, house-bound,  
a prisoner to their gaze,  
wondering why my silence  
isn’t loud enough to be heard.

anger rises like a storm within,
a fire fierce, beneath the skin.
but pause and breathe, let the moment fade,
for peace is found where wrath is laid.

hold the flame, let patience grow,
in silent strength, let mercy show.
the storm will pass, the heart will mend,
for losing one's temper is wisdom's end.

regret is the
sharpest thing
i’ve ever held but
never meant to keep.