I'm chasing shadows, running behind the echoes of my past
A desperate attempt to fit the mold, to be the girl I'm expected to be at last
But I'm suffocating under the weight of my own insecurities
Ignoring my true self, and suffocating my authenticityI'm trapped inside, longing to break free from this prison of doubt
Why am I digging myself deeper into this quagmire, without a clue?
I'm drowning in a sea of mediocrity, weighed down by the expectations of others
I yearn to rise above the surface, to find my true self, and love herI gaze through the windows of others, searching for a glimpse of their stares
But it's not the end of the world, no, it's just the beginning of my own scars
Why do I feel forced to conform, to be something I'm not?
When I could simply be me, and let my true self shine like stars in the night?Wouldn't it simplify my thoughts, to let go of the need to be someone else?
To silence the voices of doubt, and listen to my own heart's gentle whispers?I want to find myself, loved and accepted just as I am
No pretenses, no masks, no pretending to be someone I'm not
I want to walk through the valleys of uncertainty, and emerge stronger and wiser
And find my true self, shining like a star in the dark sky.-Miraa
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The BLUE HOUR
PoetryThere's always so much hidden between the lines , a journey of words which couldn't make it out of my throat but rather by hand I wrote them down . All of those midnight thoughts. A compilation of short poems & Things I hope you can relate I would...