Unlearning The Lies

They filled our heads with facts and dates,
Told us to dream big, but sealed our fates.
Six hours a day, for fourteen years straight,
Taught to chase ideals, but now it’s too late.

I memorized names, passed the test,
But nothing they taught helped me be my best.
Depressed, broke, and naive still,
Facing a world they never prepared me to fill.

I don’t even know what it means to be a woman,
'Cause I don’t know how much of it makes me human.
I stuffed my head with Disney Kumbaya crap,
Now they tell me I’m crazy, insane, off the map.

No real knowledge of body or mind,
Yet I’m expected to be wise and kind.
In the name of discipline and structure,
You left me with a mental fracture.

They call me scatterbrained, lost in the haze,
But I’m just learning the depths of my pain these days.
Unlearning the lies you sold as truth,
Rebuilding myself, reclaiming my youth.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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The Spotted Cucumber

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Us Two

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