I walk in rooms that hum with light,
Smile stitched tight, shoes pressed right.
Yet inside me, a quiet plea
Whispers, See me. Really see me.
I fold my words in careful lines,
Hiding cracks, rehearsing signs.
A laugh, a glance, a practiced tone—
Still, my soul feels left alone.
I crave the eyes that look and stay,
That trace the shadows, the frayed array
Of fears and dreams I tuck away,
And nod, I understand today.
Not for applause, or fleeting praise,
Not for mirrors that briefly gaze.
Just a hand that holds, a heart that knows,
The raw, unfiltered me it shows.
I am more than shape and skin,
More than what the world lets in.
And though my voice may sometimes thin,
I long for someone to see within.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
I walk in rooms that hum with light,
Smile stitched tight, shoes pressed right.
Yet inside me, a quiet plea
Whispers, See me. Really see me.
I fold my words in careful lines,
Hiding cracks, rehearsing signs.
A laugh, a glance, a practiced tone—
Still, my soul feels left alone.
I crave the eyes that look and stay,
That trace the shadows, the frayed array
Of fears and dreams I tuck away,
And nod, I understand today.
Not for applause, or fleeting praise,
Not for mirrors that briefly gaze.
Just a hand that holds, a heart that knows,
The raw, unfiltered me it shows.
I am more than shape and skin,
More than what the world lets in.
And though my voice may sometimes thin,
I long for someone to see within.
