Lost at my self

In classroom halls, words blur and fade,

Answers slip, mistakes cascade—

I feel so dumb, so lost, so small,

Each lesson’s call a bitter brawl.

At home, sharp voices fill the air,

Love tangled in a tangled snare—

Arguments burn, hearts wear thin,

Where’s the peace I’m longing in?

My body feels a heavy load,

“Fatty” whispers, cut like code—

Self-doubt clings, a cold, tight chain,

Binding hope in endless pain.

Each night, I lie awake and weep,

Tears that soak my restless sleep—

Wondering when the dark will lift,

When broken pieces will be sifted.

But deep within, a flicker glows—

A seed of strength that slowly grows—

I’ll face the storm, step by step,

And find the courage to accept.

Note: This poem reflects your pain, but remember—you’re not defined by these struggles. Your worth shines beyond grades, family strife, or appearance. If you can, talk to someone you trust; they might help light your way.