In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where whispers echo but never find,
A soul that yearns to be known,
But often walks the path alone.

Words I speak with careful grace,
Yet, they twist and turn in space,
Misconstrued by listening ears,
Leaving behind silent tears.

Eyes that watch but never see,
The depth of who I strive to be,
A canvas painted in hues so bright,
Lost within the darkest night.

Still, I dream of being found,
Among the noise, a single sound,
A voice that breaks through the strain,
To understand my hidden pain.