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.
- Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2024 08:42
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments3
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 😭
Excellent
Thanks
You're welcome
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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