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Silent Struggles
I struggle to find my voice,
Silenced by the weight of shame.
Efforts to articulate falter,
Overwhelmed by a sense of difference.
Each day unveils my uniqueness,
Yet none like me have achieved greatness.
I question the purpose of this journey,
Wondering if it’s all in vain.
Neither I nor others believe in my potential,
My endeavors for goodness seem futile.
Misfortune clings to me relentlessly,
While those around me thrive effortlessly.
Why must I bear this burden alone?
Why am I devoid of talent?
Writing feels like an arduous task,
With motivation dwindling to nothing.
Those around me,
No longer inquire about my well-being.
I’ve come to accept my fate,
Realizing I’ll never shine like them.
Why do my efforts always end in failure?
Sometimes I wonder if my existence is futile,
Merely a collection of miseries leading to my demise and not success.
Life feels like a slow, agonizing march towards death.
© unknown
Silenced by the weight of shame.
Efforts to articulate falter,
Overwhelmed by a sense of difference.
Each day unveils my uniqueness,
Yet none like me have achieved greatness.
I question the purpose of this journey,
Wondering if it’s all in vain.
Neither I nor others believe in my potential,
My endeavors for goodness seem futile.
Misfortune clings to me relentlessly,
While those around me thrive effortlessly.
Why must I bear this burden alone?
Why am I devoid of talent?
Writing feels like an arduous task,
With motivation dwindling to nothing.
Those around me,
No longer inquire about my well-being.
I’ve come to accept my fate,
Realizing I’ll never shine like them.
Why do my efforts always end in failure?
Sometimes I wonder if my existence is futile,
Merely a collection of miseries leading to my demise and not success.
Life feels like a slow, agonizing march towards death.
© unknown
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