"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..."
these are the feelings
I carried with me,
thoughts I held back,
scars I hid,
and all the words I kept;
my friend and my foe.
Warning: some may be triggering, dis...
Hello there! I wrote this piece a few years ago in my senior year of high school when I felt entirely out of place. It was one of those seasons where I showed up every day with a smile, but deep down, I felt invisible. Like I had to wear a mask just to survive the world around me.
If you've ever felt that way—questioning your worth, hiding your true self just to fit in—this piece is for you. It came from a place of quiet pain, but also quiet strength and resilience.
Even in the loneliest moments, a flicker inside us always refuses to die. I hope this speaks to you. And maybe, even in a small way, it helps you feel less alone. Thank you so much for reading. 💛
When no one's looking,
she breathes deeper—
not the shallow, practised sighs
they've come to expect.
She lets her spine uncoil,
lets the mask slip—
just a little—
enough to feel skin again.
She hums old dreams
beneath her breath,
the ones she buried
to make space for silence.
She remembers
how it felt to run,
not from—
but toward something.
She speaks in whispers
to the mirror at night,
a secret language
for the girl still burning
beneath the ash.
She is tired, yes—
but tired of hiding.
Tired of shrinking
for rooms too small
to hold her truth.
And though the world
has not yet made space,
she begins
to make space
within herself.
Because when no one's looking,
she is becoming.
And one day—
they will look,
and she will not flinch.
- 🌒 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒩𝑜 𝒪𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 🌘
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