||My Forgotten Voice||

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I've observed this for quite some time,

How my thoughts amass and climb

Watching them interact with others, not with me,

The bitter truth becoming clear to see

Perhaps it's because I'm older, with lesser needs,

Sowing the seeds of a family's deeds

Treating my siblings unlike how I'm treated,

Leaves me feeling alone and defeated

I don't receive what I long for, yet they do,

Spoiled more than I could ever pursue

I dwell in this torment, yearning to be understood,

As if my life's narrative has been misconstrued


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