I think I’m too loud, too much for this world,
Like a flame in the dark, too bright, unfurled.
My voice fills the silence, breaks through the still,
But I wonder if anyone feels what I feel.
I’ve tried to be softer, a quieter tone,
But each time I do, I feel more alone.
This fire inside me, it’s hard to contain,
Yet being myself brings heartache and pain.
Maybe I’m too much, a storm in disguise,
Longing for acceptance in strangers' eyes.
I think I’m too loud, a misfit, unwise—
And in this loudness, I silently cry.
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Have been there and felt that. It yells in its silence but remains unheard in its screams. I think that you have captured the essence of the feel of this loneliness and understood its motivation. Very nicely done
Thank you for understanding 😭
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I’m sorry you feel that way .. but maybe some people accept you , and would accept you . I’m sorry your hurting . Take care ..
Thank you for your wishes ❤️
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Well written poem and i can connect with it, I can see you wrote this a while ago but in case you are still having issues, i have added the following.
I find the problem with being lonely is that it is not visual like a broken arm for example, so no one notices it. I was married for 15 years and i was very lonely which was difficult for people to get there heads around.
Some one once said to me, you are and will become what you perceive yourself to be, in order to change that you have to think differently about yourself, this then transmits to other people. For me it did help a bit, not saying it will for everyone, but thought i would mention it. Wishing you all the very best
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