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“The Boy Who Couldn’t Say No”

He was one of the girls—no, really,

Mascara-free but gossip-ready,

A quiet laugh tucked in warm sleeves,

An introvert the world still sees.

A boy who trembled at the word no,

Not out of fear, but how could he go

Breaking a heart with rejection so clean,

When his own bled kindness, unseen?

He'd cry if he slipped—

“Forgive me,” he'd plead,

As if a stumble was a desperate need

To fall to his knees and apologize deep

For daring to be flawed, for making a peep.

He’d complain to me,

Eyes rolling with flair,

“People are draining!”—yet always there.

A magnet for souls who needed a light,

Though he dimmed himself to keep them bright.

Not perfect—not sainted, not sugar or silk,

But damn, his heart? Brighter than milk.

Supportive, generous, a fountain of praise,

Cheering our nonsense like fireworks blaze.

He’d call a guy creepy, dead in the face,

Then hand him his schedule—just in case.

Too kind for this world, a people-pleasing flame,

Burning himself to fuel their game.

And still, he stayed—

Not because he had to,

But because kindness

Was the only thing he knew.

Who Said I Need Help

It’s for your own good, you say,

We’re trying to help you find your way.

But this isn’t help—

It’s control in disguise.

You bind me in light,

While ignoring my cries.

You want to rewrite me,

Fix what you think is flawed.

But I don’t need reshaping—

I just need what I lost.

Don’t change me.

Don’t cleanse me.

Don’t wash away the scars.

They are the only proof

That I’ve survived this far.

You all forget—

There was a boy once,

Small hands, soft dreams.

He didn't decay;

He bloomed—

Until no one believed.

I don’t need your cage of goodness,

I need to remember.

The warmth I once had,

The voice I lost in the embers.

Give me that.

Give me truth, not lies.

Don’t try to save me—

Just recognize.

Because who said I need help?

What I need…

Is to be seen.

Not as your villain,

But the boy I’ve always been.

*inspired by shigaraki of my hero academia

"The Rain That Speaks"

The rain, it falls like whispers soft,

A cry that echoes from above.

Not loud, but deep—its voice aloft,

A call that wraps you in its love.

It’s not just weather, not just sound,

But a heartbeat, quiet, full of grace.

A sadness floating, all around,

A sorrow that no one can erase.

Sometimes it’s a gentle hug,

Wrapping you in warmth unknown,

Other times, a scolding tug,

A reminder that you’re not alone.

It laughs, it smiles, it weeps and sighs,

Each drop a story left untold.

And when you look up at the skies,

You wonder what could make it cold.

A cry, a plea, a silent sound,

And yet you feel, though you can’t know.

You don’t need answers, just the ground

Where rain and heart both ebb and flow.

And though you don’t understand its voice,

You listen with your soul, your heart.

For in its cry, you find your choice—

To feel it all, and never part.

I'm Fine, I Smile

I wasn’t hurt—just tired of trying,

Tired of being someone worth knowing,

Worth listening to, worth being seen,

Worth being loved.

But don’t worry, I know how this ends—

No matter how the coin falls,

The choice was made before it touched the ground.

I’m not hurt.

Don’t worry.

I just sometimes cry.

I spent my life chasing acceptance,

You tell me I should change,

To be more, to be less,

To fit the mold, to please the man.

But what if I don’t want to?

Why is being "liked" such an important title?

Why am I told to sit in the corner?

Why am I cherished only when I am quiet,

Polished, unbothered, smart—

But never too much of anything,

Merely just the start?

The world I created was once my own,

A place of medicine and hope.

Now, it's just a maladaptive way to cope.

I wait by the clock, as if waiting for life to begin,

As if death is the only time we appreciate art.

I stand on the bleachers where I once cried,

Surrounded by rumors—

That’s how I learned to lie.

I’m okay.

I’m fine.

It didn’t even hurt.

I smile to mask my fear,

My stories, my tears.

I stood there, watching—

A pile of dirt falling on me,

And the idea of protection disappearing.

But I’m okay.

I’m fine.

I smile.

Drowning

I scream, but no one hears a sound,

I reach, but no one's hand is found.

I smile, I laugh, I play the part,

But water fills my hollow heart.

The tide is high, the waves unkind,

Yet still, they say, "It's in your mind."

So I will sink, and I will fade,

A ghost in waters sorrow-made.

What Hides Behind

Laughter rings, a hollow sound,

Echoing where I'm not found.

A mask of joy, a voice so bright,

Hiding truths that shun the light.

Would you stay if you could see,

The weight that presses down on me?

Or would you turn and walk away,

Like all the rest who wouldn’t stay?

Mask

I wear a mask, so no one sees,

The cracks, the breaks, the silent pleas.

A smile so bright, eyes filled with light,

Yet inside, I drown in endless night.

They see the joy, the endless cheer,

But never what I truly fear.

For if they did, they’d walk away,

And I’d be left to face the grey.