That- that was stunningly beautiful. It’s relatable down to the core really. I mean I’m jealous how can you grasp the concept of writing the piece all together. The transition had me thinking stuff I usually don’t think about honestly. The way you describe adapting and then faking it out, somewhere deep down made me realise that at micro levels we all do it. We all do it for people we care about , but we do it altogether for our own satisfaction, our own sanity until we realise deep down how wrong it is.
Now I realise that we write poetry altogether to just escape reality, to show in ways people consider art, but deep down we know how the piece, how each word echoes through us.
Great work! Keep writing these thought provoking pieces.
This was such a beautiful read—it didn’t just touch my heart, it echoed through it. The line "I don't even know who I am anymore" holds a sorrow so familiar, as if it belongs to everyone who has ever felt lost within themselves.
You know, I’ve always believed that the ones who love too much are the ones who feel too much, and those who are misunderstood the most are often the ones who understand too deeply. It’s not about pretending or faking joy—on the surface, everything seems fine. Life moves forward, academics are in place, and from the outside, we’re okay. But some of us were raised in an atmosphere where others' pain felt heavier than our own. We learned to absorb sadness in silence, to feel for others more than we ever felt for ourselves. And in that silence, we slowly faded.
I sometimes wonder—will there ever be a world where sensitive souls don’t have to pretend? A life where sadness is allowed to just be, without the pressure to disguise it? A world where happiness isn’t measured by how well we fit into the rhythm of others, but by how freely we can embrace our own?
Ifrah!! thank you for reading and sharing this beautiful POV 🫶🏼✨ for people like us..who feel everything so deeply...the world can feel lonely.. but I believe we just need to be ourselves and trust that someone, somewhere, will truly see us. its impossible that not even one person in this big world would understand. there’s always someone meant to find us, to remind us we are not alone. the world may not change, but in all its noise, we will find our person..because no one is meant to go through life feeling unseen ❤️
People like emotions that fit into boxes. Sad, but not too sad. Hurting, but not broken. Lost, but not beyond saving.
These were the lines that were the best for me .
this is my fav part too hehe
I came to that poem while reading that, I mean that were the lines that dragged me to the poem
Oh nice
That- that was stunningly beautiful. It’s relatable down to the core really. I mean I’m jealous how can you grasp the concept of writing the piece all together. The transition had me thinking stuff I usually don’t think about honestly. The way you describe adapting and then faking it out, somewhere deep down made me realise that at micro levels we all do it. We all do it for people we care about , but we do it altogether for our own satisfaction, our own sanity until we realise deep down how wrong it is.
Now I realise that we write poetry altogether to just escape reality, to show in ways people consider art, but deep down we know how the piece, how each word echoes through us.
Great work! Keep writing these thought provoking pieces.
I really appreciate you taking the time to read it and truly understand it for what it is, thanks a lot <3
You’re welcome ☺️
This was such a beautiful read—it didn’t just touch my heart, it echoed through it. The line "I don't even know who I am anymore" holds a sorrow so familiar, as if it belongs to everyone who has ever felt lost within themselves.
You know, I’ve always believed that the ones who love too much are the ones who feel too much, and those who are misunderstood the most are often the ones who understand too deeply. It’s not about pretending or faking joy—on the surface, everything seems fine. Life moves forward, academics are in place, and from the outside, we’re okay. But some of us were raised in an atmosphere where others' pain felt heavier than our own. We learned to absorb sadness in silence, to feel for others more than we ever felt for ourselves. And in that silence, we slowly faded.
I sometimes wonder—will there ever be a world where sensitive souls don’t have to pretend? A life where sadness is allowed to just be, without the pressure to disguise it? A world where happiness isn’t measured by how well we fit into the rhythm of others, but by how freely we can embrace our own?
Thank you for writing this.
Ifrah!! thank you for reading and sharing this beautiful POV 🫶🏼✨ for people like us..who feel everything so deeply...the world can feel lonely.. but I believe we just need to be ourselves and trust that someone, somewhere, will truly see us. its impossible that not even one person in this big world would understand. there’s always someone meant to find us, to remind us we are not alone. the world may not change, but in all its noise, we will find our person..because no one is meant to go through life feeling unseen ❤️