In the silence, where whispers roam,Words unspoken, yet heavy as stone.Eyes that see, but never truly know,In their gaze, my true self doesn’t show.Beneath the layers of what they perceive,A heart tangled in webs they weave.Misjudged intentions, like shadows cast,In the echoes of judgments, my spirit grasps.Through the fog of assumptions, I wander,Seeking solace in truths they squander.Cries of the unseen echo in the night,Yearning for clarity, for understanding’s light.Yet in this journey, I learn to stand,Embracing the mystery they don’t understand.In the tapestry of whispers, I find my place,A soul undeterred, in the shadows’ embrace.