Beneath The Surface Poem by Lenisha Rangsa

I am a lost child,
Born into a family that doesn't like to smile.
I aim for perfection,
And daydream instead of taking action.

I have a family of my own,
A father and two elder brothers.
But I have nobody to call home,
Dysfunctional, always pleasing others.

My thoughts are my own poison,
Trapped, as if in a prison.
My feelings were all repressed,
All my dreams buried deep in my chest.

There's a fine line between sinking and swimming,
And I am sinking here,
Sinking in my own thoughts,
Swimming away from reality.

I stand at the edge, afraid to leap,
Caught between the life I want and the one I keep.
I wear my mask with quiet grace,
But inside, I'm lost in a never-ending race.

I wander through shadows, unsure where to go,
Caught in the currents of what I don't know.
The weight of the world presses down on me,
But somewhere inside, a spark still yearns to be free.