I stand amidst laughter, yet my heart is still,
Echoes of silence drown what I feel.
They see the shadow, not the soul inside,
A ghost in daylight, nowhere to hide.

They speak and I smile, mask on my pain,
Their careless words fall like acid rain.
They remind me, always, of where I fell,
My past, my flaws, my private hell.
How do I ask to be seen and not bleed again?

Fear ties my wrists with invisible thread,
I dance in their circle, though part of me’s dead.
The future looms, a faceless face,
I fear its silence, its vast, cold space.

The one I called haven, my sweetest deceit,
Now leads the mockers, their laughter complete.
I shrink in the echoes, ashamed, betrayed,
By the very heart where my trust was laid.

And there she stands, the chosen one,
Bathed in love’s light, kissed by the sun.
She does not see how the world adores,
Yet envy builds its quiet wars.
I wish for her ease, her effortless grace,
Just one warm voice to fill my space.

If God would lend me a gentle hand,
To see me, not what others demand,
To love the scars, the silent ache,
The trembling heart that cannot fake.
To unbind me from this heavy despair,
To breathe me back to love and air.

So I whisper again through unseen tears,
To skies that have listened all these years
“See me, hear me, remember my name.
I am not the sum of my sorrow or shame.”

THE END