The difference
You talk, and I listen real closely
Ask me to speak I’d say nothing
Your words they shine like the sun
While mine collect dust on a shelf
You tell the world of all your pain
I keep hiding mine deep within me
You say hey look at me here I am
I’d much rather be a sight unseen
Between
I would rather be alone so I avoid people
While you seek people begging for pity
I see beauty in the dirt below the ground
You say dirt is just dirt it ain’t beauty
In your pain your running to the world
With my pain I am placing hope in God
The things you want everyone to know
Are what I fear people will find out
You, and I
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
The difference
You talk, and I listen real closely
Ask me to speak I’d say nothing
Your words they shine like the sun
While mine collect dust on a shelf
You tell the world of all your pain
I keep hiding mine deep within me
You say hey look at me here I am
I’d much rather be a sight unseen
Between
I would rather be alone so I avoid people
While you seek people begging for pity
I see beauty in the dirt below the ground
You say dirt is just dirt it ain’t beauty
In your pain your running to the world
With my pain I am placing hope in God
The things you want everyone to know
Are what I fear people will find out
You, and I
Quite honestly wrote this poem back in two thousand, and seventeen. Truthfully I had written this at a time when making it to the next day. as well as even walking two more steps seemed formidable. People in my life began running to everyone in there struggles. However, I did not want anyone except the Lord to be aware of my struggles. Thus, I overthought quite a fair bit about ever posting this until now.
