I work myself to the bone, but it's never enough for my parents.
I study until my eyes blur, but they can't see my efforts.
I practice until my fingers bleed, but they don't notice.
I try with every ounce of my being, but they remain blind to my struggle.
I improve in ways I never thought possible, but they don't see the changes.
I push myself beyond my limits, but they don't seem to care.
Their expectations are a relentless hammer,
Crushing my spirit, leaving me hollow.
I pour my heart into everything, but it's like shouting into an abyss,
Unseen, unvalued, unnoticed.
In their shadow, I stumble and break,
Each step forward devoured by their cold, indifferent gaze.
Their love is a mirage, always just out of reach,
Leaving me aching, striving, forever unseen.
I scream for their approval,
But my voice is swallowed by the void of their disappointment.
Every fleeting smile feels like a cruel joke,
Every rare praise, a bitter reminder of what I’ll never achieve.
I yearn for a touch of their pride,
For a single moment where I am enough.
But their standards tower like unscalable cliffs,
Unyielding, unmerciful.
I am a ghost haunting my own home,
Invisible despite my desperate efforts.
Each day, my heart shatters a little more,
Starved for a love that remains cruelly elusive.
Their silence is a festering wound that refuses to heal,
Their gaze, a merciless mirror reflecting my inadequacy.
I am a child lost in an endless night
