The Quiet One

In a house where laughter fills the air,
I sit in silence, no one seems to care.
They cheer for him- so proud, so loud,
While I stay small, behind the crowd

He shines so bright, the golden son,
while I'm the shadow, the quiet one.
I draw and dream, but they don't see,
the storm that's always inside me.

I smile so they won't ask what's wrong,
I act like I've been brave all along.
But sometimes I just want to scream-
"don't I matter? don't you see me?"

I hide my tears, pretend I’m okay,
But the ache in my chest won’t go away.
Still, I keep hoping, maybe one day,
They’ll hear the words I never say.

Until then, I’ll paint, I’ll write, I’ll sing,
And learn to love my gentle wing.
I may be quiet, but I am strong—
the youngest child who still belongs.

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