I HAVE FEELINGS TOO? ✨💔
I HAVE FEELINGS TOO? ✨💔
The house was filled with brightness,
voices rising, laughter loud.
But in the corner of the moment,
I stood apart from the crowd.
A message carried through the air,
like a spark across the night.
Yet shadows gathered round my steps,
and dimmed my inner light.
I spoke with words of honesty,
but silence drowned my plea.
No one chose to hold my truth,
no one believed in me.
Questions cut like hidden knives,
their edges sharp, unseen.
They asked if envy lived inside,
though my heart was pure and clean.
Alone I sat, the tears unspoken,
the ache too heavy to explain.
For trust had slipped between the cracks,
and left me bound in pain.
The sounds I hear most of the nights,
horrible echoes I never thought true.
Even my own walls whispered against me,
calling me useless, calling me “zero.”
A person who doesn’t know anything,
always misunderstood, nothing to explain.
No one to listen, no gentle hand—
just getting used to the pain.
Hiding my sorrow so I won’t get yelled,
but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel.
I can understand the hearts of others,
but why can’t mine be real?
You treat us with rules and perfection,
every step weighed, every word tight.
But still, why must perfection matter,
more than love, more than light?
Strict rules, endless blame,
a cage built from expectation.
I am too human, not a shadow,
not a glass for your perfection.
I carry storms within my chest,
but also rivers that can flow.
I am more than marks or silence,
more than what you think you know.
And though the echoes still remain,
their questions haunt the past,
I’ve learned my worth, my voice, my fire—
I am not made of glass. I HAVE FEELINGS TOO?💔
