Poem Title: This Isn’t Me
By: Nimisha PS

Poem:

They called me nothing, like I don’t matter,
Laughed at my quiet, my broken chatter.
But they never knew what I hold inside,
The pain I carry, the tears I’ve tried to hide.

I don’t wear my hurt as a badge or sign,
But it's there when the world’s unkind.
Every scar is a mark of fight,
Proof I’m still here, even in the night.

So don’t judge me by what you see,
These wounds, they’re real—but they’re part of me.
I might fall, but I’ll stand my ground,
With unfaded wounds, my strength is found.

Some days I break in silence so loud,
Smiling while sinking beneath the crowd.
But even in pieces, I try to rise—
Hiding my wars behind steady eyes.