This spoken word poem captures the invisible struggle of living with inner pain and mental battles that others can't see. It explores the contrast between the way someone appears on the outside—smiling, surviving—and the intense, silent suffering happening within. The poem describes how mental and emotional wounds can feel just as real and damaging as physical ones, even if they go unnoticed. It's a powerful expression of what it’s like to fight daily with anxiety, trauma, or depression, while trying to appear “fine” to the world. In the end, it’s a cry for understanding, reminding others that sometimes the loudest pain is the one no one hears.

Neglect doesn’t leave bruises you can show the world. But it leaves scars in places you can’t always reach. It teaches you to survive, but it also teaches you how much you deserve better.

This gives some insight to how it felt being a child growing up in neglect and instability, with absent and unpredictable parents, relying on siblings for survival while carrying the lasting scars of a stolen childhood.

This poem is a personal tribute to my mother, who passed away. It captures the pain of growing up without her and the questions that still linger about how life might have been different if she were still here. I reflect on the strength I had to build in her absence and the emotional battles I’ve faced alone. The poem speaks to the longing for her love, her voice, and the comfort only a mother can give. More than anything, it expresses the desire to feel like her child again, without having to be strong all the time.

This note tells the painful story of being cheated on by a narcissist. It reveals how the betrayal wasn’t just physical—it was emotional and psychological. The narcissist used manipulation, gaslighting, and blame to keep control, making the speaker doubt her own worth and sanity. Despite the lies and heartbreak, the poem is about reclaiming power. It shows a journey from deep pain to self-awareness and strength, ending with the powerful truth: the narcissist didn’t break her—he only revealed the cracks she would one day fill with her own healing and truth.

This poem is for when you walk through the fire and nobody sees how bad you have been burned. It is for the scars that people can't see.

Healing has no time limit. Each person is unique in their healing journey. This poem is for those who are pressured to heal. You are not alone.

If you don't know who you are anymore, please give this poem a read. Maybe it will resonate with you and help you find yourself again.