I was raised as a mother,
Never as the daughter.
A burden they carried,
Never the healer.

I was the giver,
Never the receiver—
And for one single mistake,
I became the villain.

I call myself family—
Because I was there when I needed me.
I stood in my darkest times,
Held myself when I cried,
Motivated me when hope was thin,
Fought for the crown I deserved,
Handled every storm with my own hands.

That is why…
I call myself family.

I grew too fast,
Yet not enough—
A child in silence,
An adult in rough.

Too young to be old,
Too old to be young,
My heart beats quietly
Where no song is sung.

I search for a place
That feels like mine,
But the world moves past
And I fall behind.

You can accept
Be grateful
You cannot expect anything in this world
Regardless of the relationship or source
The reasons don't matter
Be gracious
Walk away with your head held high
Let go and move forward

I drank the poison—
they named it love.
Sweet at first,
like honey on the tongue,
until it burned my veins,
begging me to stop,
yet no escape was left.

I saw the antidote
shining in the distance—
but if I drank it now,
would it already be too late?

Hours I wasted
lost in thought,
a war between choosing
and surrender.
And when I finally decided,
it was silence that answered—
I had died,
not from the poison itself,
but from the thinking
that chained my soul.

And yet,
reborn in the same body of pain,
I reached again for the glass.
I drank,
knowing the venom’s kiss.
The antidote lingered
just within sight.
This time I grasped it—
only to find
the bottle was empty inside.

Failure is a haunting fear
but fear itself is worse.
A deceitful ghost
like the closed door

keyless

now a wall.