The weight of being misunderstood

Made by Abrar Abdulrahman.

In shadows thick with echoed sighs, I weave my words in vain disguise. A lexicon both vast and deep, yet none to grasp the truths I keep.

They parse my speech with vacant stares, devoid of heed, devoid of care. A mind that swells with thoughts profound yet sinks unheard—unseen, unfound.

Conviction drapes my weary bones, yet guilt entwines in undertones. For every choice that felt so right, becomes a specter in the night.

I tread the path that calls my name, yet burn beneath its whispered blame.

To chase a dream, to claim my due. To bear the scorn for passing through.

A paradox of heart and mind, to seek, to strive, yet be confined.

Though my soul ignites, unfurled, I stand estranged within this world.