Voice In Silence

They ask me why I often choose silence ,
As if my voice could be a riddle they'd never decode.
A soul visible to all , yet a voice lost in the noise.
Surrounded by those who claimed they care
But only reflect their own stories, seldom truly hearing mine.

Oh, how I miss you , your pages — my steadfast friend,
My refuge from a world that I don't comprehend.
I wrap myself in a comforting cloak of solitude ,
Wearing a smile I've learned to hide
because sometimes it's the only way to
Move on,
Even when things don't go as we want them to.

You might see me as worthless , and I've fought hard to prove you wrong,
Yet it feels futile when the spotlight shines solely on my flaws ,and fears.
Still, I'll rise up, pen in hand, letting out my inner voice to the world .
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......Midnight library
Time : 5:00 am ( 08/06/25)