Words Unspoken

It feels awkward to give my all, And still be the one who takes the fall. To show up with a heart so wide, But feel like I’m left outside... It’s awkward being the one who feels, In a world that hides and never heals. To speak my truth, soft and deep, And get a silence that cuts me cheap... I hear your pain, I try, I stay, But you brush me off like I’m in the way. You say, “You won’t get it, you never do,” But I was only showing up for you... I pour my love into every part, But no one sees what’s in my heart. It’s awkward when they walk right through, As if my feelings never grew... It’s awkward pushing past the pain, Pretending sunshine in the rain. While slowly I forget my name, And play a role in someone’s game... It’s awkward when your mood is low, But you just expect me to know. And if I miss the silent cue, You say it’s me who never knew... Being sensitive isn’t weak, It’s just that I feel when others speak. But when they choose not to explain, It leaves me with this quiet pain.....

The Rose with thorns, through challenges prevail In a garden, a Rose arose with thrones,  Thrilled to be present, but acceptance unknown.  Heartbroken, she tried fitting in each day,  Harsh judgments of herself came her way.  Disappointed by her thorny attire,  Common and ordinary, she couldn't inspire.  Family, friends, and society's crew,  She believed she didn't belong, feeling blue. Attempts to connect, alas, were in vain,  Imitating others, her efforts waned.  Becoming like her siblings, she tried anew,  But fitting in remained a distant view.  Hopeless, she pondered a market endeavour,  Finding solace among roses, however.  Meeting others alike, her spirits soared,  But alas, the same feeling couldn't be ignored. Undeterred, she sought the unfamiliar ground,  A distant market where new wonders were found.  Among unfamiliar blooms, she found her place,  Connecting with more roses, her saving grace....