“You don’t look sad though?”

“Why are you even crying?”

“What have you done for this?”

I can’t ​ignore​ ​the questions people ask me.

Little do they know my story​,

Lost and focused jointly,

They say “so sorry” and leave?

Look at what they’ve done

They’ve transformed me,

Into a globe full of ​abhorrence

Which i​’​m sure no one would adore.


Writer’s Block

Wiggle the tip of your pencil

Against the pages of lines.

Its tip made of hardened lead,

Scratch and rub onto the paper surface

Till visible marks

Have been etched in greyish shades.


Please repeat these words in writing:

“I have nothing to write”


Building passion can make you do things

you think you are incapable of doing.

Having courage can help you do things

you’ve always wanted to accomplish.

Gaining experience teaches you

to do the things you should do.


Standing on the edge,

Staring into the abyss

I found the meaning of my life

As ​I stood on the edge, surrounded by uncertainty Surrounded by the unknown

It was then that I saw her, standing ​there ​unwavering

Her deep blue water and her battle for existence

She didn’t let the burden that we put on her

The toxicity, the dirt, and the impure chemicals affect her

She battled for all the life within her against the shores of land

The source of her slow poison

She stood her ground to show her worth

What we never understood, was her wrath

The wrath that could make all else ash​.



Sometimes I want to forget how you make me feel


You make me feel mushy inside yet look at me as cold as stone


Your words melt my heart yet pierce through my conscience

I’ve done everything in my power to make you happy

Yet you took my one flaw and made me question everything

What will it take for you to be pleased with me?

What will it take for me to stop trying to please you?


Your encouragement sounds as fake as the plastic in the trash

Yet you take the time to write me elaborate words expressing how good I am

You tell me to break free from being my closed-off self

Yet you tell me to behave when I speak up for myself

I was sick to my stomach and your words calmed me down

But here I am standing and crying because you took the root of all my happiness away

You say that you want to see me succeed yet you said words like you wouldn’t care if I bled to death on a street

What will it take for you to be pleased with me?

What will it take for me to stop trying to please you?