Silent Scars, Loud Pride

You mocked me while I was drowning in grief,
Laughed as my world shattered, with no chance of relief.
You moved on to brighter days, carefree, tall,
While I screamed in silence, waiting for the fall.

I cried out loud in the dead of night,
No breath, no sleep, just endless fight.
The world turned grey, music turned mute,
And you lived your life, unmoved, absolute.

Trips to Kasol while I crumbled inside,
You never cared, you didn’t hide.
Shame was your weapon, calling me “too broken,”
Every tear and scream left unspoken.

They say I didn’t "look" miserable, couldn’t tell,
But every night, it was my private hell.
My diary was filled with desperate pleas,
Grief was my only company, no ease.

You said, "Oh well, I want someone tall,"
While I shattered, giving it my all.
Called me “mental,” said I should just go,
But you never saw the pain below.

Did you ever think of what my parents would feel?
Watching their daughter break, unable to heal?
But your pride, your offence, was your shield,
Leaving me in pain, wounds unsealed.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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Amazon Worker

Hey there Amazon Worker, Do you think you pulled one over? Mocked my vulnerable side, only to protect your fake pride. I can’t fathom why I ever asked you to pamper and protect. Your wealth was never my concern, yet you watched my trust burn. As I began to share how I felt, you made a snide remark, hitting below the belt. Do you think I care if people change the way they stare? I’m no longer trying to hide; the girl you knew has long died. It’s amusing now that you said I remind you of your mother— What kind of devil hurts the daughter of another? Everyone says to forgive and forget since you were only a child. I would if you didn’t parade your weak masculinity, born of Rothschild. Your false grandeur can’t erase the damage done, I’ve found my strength and my journey’s just begun. If you thought you were good for my image, Know this: my growth surpasses your limits. I’m a woman whose name you can’t tear from the page, And I will stand tall, owning my own stage. ~ Kanika Kau...

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