A Thought...

My mind is full of thoughts,

But no one’s there to listen.

They say I’ve become quiet,

But do we ever try to make the burden lessen?

“People will always be on my side”

I used to believe.

During times of need, they hide,

Only hopelessness is what I receive.

I’ve seen my dreams shatter,

Full of love and desire.

“Do I really matter?”

A question which inside me starts up a fire.

Happiness in solitude I tried to discover,

Which I believed would bring skills to me in mass.

However, no matter how much pain I try to hide,

My throat hurts as if stabbed by pieces of glass.

I may not be sensitive,

I may not be weak.

I just carry a different perspective,

And a little love and respect that I seek.