Unspoken Needs
A whispered cry, without a sound.
Eyes that see, but turn away,
Hoping someone else will stay.
A glance that lingers, just too long,
A feeling that something is wrong.
Yet words remain inside, unsaid,
A quiet ache, a heavy thread.
Is it pride, or fear, or shame,
That makes me play this silent game?
To wish they knew, without a plea,
To hope they’d offer, setting me free.
But maybe it's my own wall built,
A fortress high, layered in guilt.
For needing help, for being weak,
For wanting care but scared to speak.
So I stay here, just out of reach,
Wondering if it’s me who needs to teach
The world to see what I can’t show,
Or myself, to let them know.
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