In the silent corners of a crowded room,Where voices merge into a single hum,My words, a gentle breeze against the storm,Find no ear, no heart to shelter from.Eyes glance past, seeing only the surface,A canvas painted with assumptions and haste,They miss the colors in the spaces between,The stories untold, the dreams unseen.A misunderstood soul, a book left unread,Pages turn silently in a world of noise,Seeking a kindred spirit to recognize,The quiet symphony of unspoken voice.Yet beneath the layers of confusion’s cloak,Hope flickers softly, a resilient flame,That one day, somewhere, someone will know,The true essence of my untold name.