Silent struggles

I struggle to find my voice.

Silenced by the weight of shame,

Efforts to articulate falter,

Overwhelmed by a sense of difference.

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Each day unveils my uniqueness,

Yet none like me have achieved greatness.

I question the purpose of this journey,

Wondering if it’s all in vain.

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Neither I nor others believe in my potential,

My endeavors for goodness seem futile.

Misfortune clings to me relentlessly,

While those around me thrive effortlessly.

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Why must I bear this burden alone?

Why am I devoid of talent?

Writing feels like an arduous task,

With motivation dwindling to nothing.

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Those around me,

No longer inquire about my well-being.

I’ve come to accept my fate,

Realizing I’ll never shine like them.

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Why do my efforts always end in failure?

Sometimes I wonder if my existence is futile,

Merely a collection of miseries leading to my demise and not success.

Life feels like a slow, agonizing march towards death.

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