My heart is bruised by the weight of hope,
Bleeding from the jabs of disappointment.
Scarred from trusting too much,
Yet still reaching, still yearning.
I gave too many people a chance,
Though my heart could only take a little.
But my kindness was just a whisper to them,
A fleeting moment, forgotten too soon.
Why do people hurt me?
Why do they not care?
I showed them love,
Yet they left me empty.

One day, a man stopped me and said,
"Little girl, you are a shining star,
Lighting the way as you go.
People worship you, your star burns bright,
Bringing warmth to those you touch,
Leaving them with lasting peace".
"You bless the trees with your gentle grace,
Flowers bloom as you walk past.
Waters sprinkle their showers on you,
Rain joins in with its melodious rhythm,
Bringing a drizzle of joy".
"They will see your star", he said,
"Burning brightly over them
Little girl, you are a burning star"
I look at the man before me,
Holding my hand, smiling.
I didn't smile back—how could I?
He was wrong.
I am no star.

When you look at my eyes,
What stories do they tell?
What movie do you see?
A land deserted by people,
Or a river overflowing with waters?
What does my eyes reveal?
They whisper a story—
A story of pain.
Pain in my soul,
Jabbing my heart mercilessly,
Leaving me to tend my wounds,
Making me vulnerable.
Look into my eyes and tell me—
What do you see?
I am not what I show you.
I am not what I act.
I am not what I speak.
I am the pain in my eyes,
The scars in my heart.
Stare deep into my soul.
Let me show you who I am,
The me you never see.