30/07/2025
This is not a poem but i just wanted to let some air out
I’ve spent most of my life as a quiet shape that bends to fit every room, adjusting my voice, my smile, the way I walk or laugh just to match the people around me. Not because I’ve forgotten who I am, but because I thought maybe kindness looked like becoming what others needed. I believed that if I softened enough, shifted enough, I might finally belong somewhere. But everywhere I go, the rules change. Every place, every group, every environment demands a different version of me. And at first, I manage, I fit in, I blend, I even shine for a while. But eventually, the warmth fades. The stares feel colder, the whispers sharper. People start to turn away, talk behind my back, make me feel like a mistake for ever trying. And in the end, I’m left fading into the background, still here, still trying, but more ghost than person.
