They didn't remove me for failing,
they removed me for shining
where light feels uncomfortable.
They clap in daylight,
but in the shadows
they try to erase you.
It's not justice,
it's envy with rules.
They used me to grow,
and when I bloomed,
I became the problem.
But they forget something:
what's real
can't be erased.
@newgirldark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem