I just want to be
what I once was
carefree
and not a nuisance








































Floating on dreams without weight,
where laughter was my native tongue,
and my heart, a buoyant vessel
unburdened by the heaviness of expectations.

I yearn for the days
when simplicity was my compass,
and joy, an effortless companion.
Now, I navigate through a fog of doubts,
where every step feels like an apology
for the space I occupy,
for the air I breathe.

I've become a mosaic
of apologies and second guesses,
pieced together with the glue of societal norms,
a puzzle that no longer recognizes its own picture.

My smiles are borrowed
from a past self, who knew how to glow
without fear of casting shadows.
Now, I tread softly,
afraid to disturb the delicate balance
of expectations and reality.

In the quietude of night,
I dissect my thoughts,
searching for the moment
when I became an echo
instead of a voice.

With every heartbeat,
I question the cost of my transformation,
the price of becoming someone
who fits perfectly in a world
that never hesitates to remind me
of my imperfections.

And as the dawn breaks,
casting light on my fractured self,
I whisper to the shadows—





































is it my fault....












































that I cannot be happy?
© jMaj161914
#heartbroken #writco