The fools daughter

Trying to break a pattern,

but my truth can’t exist

without a fight.

So I swallow my voice

just to keep your peace.

I wear a mask,

because being myself

is never enough.

No unconditional love—

instead, you carve me

into something easier to hold,

something I’m not.

Mistakes were made,

so much left unsaid,

buried like it never happend.

I feel unseen—

unwanted, unloved.

Ready to leave this carnaval,

before it swallows me whole.

So here I am—

somewhere between

love’s illusion and someone I used to be.

A fool in a place that wears the name of love.

The artwork is made by me.

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