1 A LITTLE ABOUT MYSELF

Greetings, Readers.

Princy Prince is my name. Despite being from India, I spent my entire life in Doha, Qatar. On August 26th, I will become 25 years old. Ever since I was around 10 years old, I've been writing. I adore writing poetry because it allows me to convey my emotions. I write about my experiences with the demons in my head.

I couldn't change my past, that much is true. I crave love yet it's not often that I find it. Never in my life have I been considered important. I've only ever felt genuine happiness on rare occasions.

I desire the freedom to expand my wings and soar to great heights that I will never again desire to touch down on the earth. I want to be loved and to feel loved, yet I am constantly left with an empty, worn-out, and numb feeling inside. I desire to be somebody's top priority.

I want to be recognized for who I am, but instead, I've been bullied, abused, raped, and had so many suicidal thoughts that I've lost track of how many times I've damaged myself to cope with the mental anguish I have experienced.

I've been going through it all for a while. I want to set things right, but I can't find a place in this world or in this culture where I can even have a voice. I just want to be treated like a regular person for a change.

Instead, those who are aware of my depression and anxiety tend to treat me like a criminal or someone who needs constant parental supervision, or they may even begin to judge me in a matter of seconds without even realizing why I am acting this way in the first place.

I have longed to end this suffering, and despite my best efforts, all that ever comes through is a mask with a forced smile or a laugh.

I'm making an effort to hide everything about myself so that people will like me at least for the person I'm claiming to be and not for who I am.

Single. Broken. Loveless. Always left alone and unaccompanied.

Regards, Princy Prince :)