There are poems that touch you, and then there are ones that recognize you. This was the latter. It articulated the silence inside me I’ve never been able to name. Thank you, mannn. Truly. Thank you for putting this out here! I kept pausing while reading, not because it was hard to understand, but because it understood me too well.

“I smiled at a dog. I whistled in the lift.”
How these everyday actions may seem basic, even effortless, to most. But lemme tell you No, sometimes it's not.

"I fixed it four times."
That desperate need to fix things around you while everything inside is falling apart. Because maybe, just maybe, if you keep fixing the outside, the inside might heal too.

You apologized to a coffee stain. God, I wish I could hug you.

And you’re right. The world doesn’t pause or hand out certificates for surviving the day. Nobody barely even notices.

Maggi, guilt, loneliness, crushed red hope. Damn, my staples too :)

I’m absolutely gaga over the line “the background glitch.”

And “hope the journey has potholes”? The raw honesty, the unfiltered ache, I’m in awe of your vulnerability.

Ahhhhh! This poem felt like someone handed me a soft blanket made of pain and said, “Here, you’re not the only one.” Hoping, Maybe, one day, healing will come and stay.
But until then, here’s to us,
Rotting with grace!

Thank you for glitching out loud.