Do you know what it’s like to be unheard,
To talk their ears off but they don’t hear a word?
To explain with might, your feelings so bright,
But their jar of understanding was sealed, locked tight.
You express and express a flavorful taste,
But in their realm of feeling, your effort lays waste.
Communicating effectively, your part so clear,
Yet their lack of good listening shreds your patience to sheer.
In your quiet world, one notebook turns into two,
Each page is a canvas where your heart’s truths accrue.
From two to a multitude, a silent chorus grows,
With pen and paper, where your inner narrative flows.
Desperate to show them each word, a vibrant start,
A tapestry of emotions straight from the heart.
Hoping one day your voice will rise, a powerful sound,
Volume loud, demeanor proud, in resonance found.
Dreaming of when your thoughts, in their soul, take hold,
As your audience grows, your heart turns bold.
In this silent scream, your voice seeks to be whole,
Echoing in the void, the song of your soul.