A hero to no one except myself
Just there to fill up space in a crowded room
Told that the only things I want are fame and wealth
A Ticking Bomb ignited from the start
But neither I nor you know when I'll blow
And all your comfort will be ripped apart
I want everyone, but wanted by none
I'm just an option, never the choice
I'm just a second daughter, when he probably wanted a son
I'm carrying bombs in each of my 20 hands
And expected to blow them all out in a minute
People believe I'm just someone who can count all the sands
When people are partnered up with me
I hear a groan, a sigh, a rejection
But this is not who I am, just who you think me to be
When I look into a mirror, now dusty and haunted
I don't see a ticking bomb like everyone else
Just a girl who wanted to be wanted
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 3:52 PM UTC
A hero to no one except myself
Just there to fill up space in a crowded room
Told that the only things I want are fame and wealth
A Ticking Bomb ignited from the start
But neither I nor you know when I'll blow
And all your comfort will be ripped apart
I want everyone, but wanted by none
I'm just an option, never the choice
I'm just a second daughter, when he probably wanted a son
I'm carrying bombs in each of my 20 hands
And expected to blow them all out in a minute
People believe I'm just someone who can count all the sands
When people are partnered up with me
I hear a groan, a sigh, a rejection
But this is not who I am, just who you think me to be
When I look into a mirror, now dusty and haunted
I don't see a ticking bomb like everyone else
Just a girl who wanted to be wanted
this is my 85th poem, written on 3/6/24