Day 3 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. This poem is for anyone who has ever felt like an echo in a crowd, for those who have silenced their own voices to blend in, and for the quiet dreamers yearning to be heard. May it remind you that even the faintest echo can resonate with profound truth.

Day 2 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. To every soul who has ever painted a smile that wasn't their own, hidden behind a carefully constructed facade, or felt the silent ache of not being "enough"—this poem is for you. May you find a flicker of recognition, a whisper of understanding, and the courage to eventually shed the mask and embrace the beautiful, authentic self that has always been there, waiting to be seen and loved.

Day 1 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. I wrote this poem mainly about my struggles being a middle child but I feel like so many more can relate to this.