"Two souls within me, intertwined yet apart,
One, a poet, yearning for solitude's gentle art,
The other, a persona, craving connection's warm light,
A dichotomy of desires, day and endless night.

The inner poet whispers secrets, urging me to write,
While the outer self seeks validation, a fleeting delight,
A tug of war between two worlds, where I reside,
A poet's heart, torn between solitude and the world outside."

"They see my strength, but not my scars. My heart, already broken into a million pieces, hidden behind a facade of resilience."

"I wasn't always like this. I used to be a charming, carefree girl who loved to joke and laugh. But people changed me, and my emotions suffered. They made me think I didn't have feelings, but now I'm a serious girl, sad on the inside and out, because I struggled to express myself.

However, I've grown and developed a positive attitude. I've learned to laugh for myself, not just to make others happy. I've also set boundaries, realizing that I'm not a football for others to kick around. I've taken control of my life and my emotions, and I'm better off for it."