In the shadows of misunderstanding, I stand alone,
My words like whispers on the wind, softly blown.
Eyes cast in judgment, hearts held in doubt,
A silent cry within me, aching to shout.

Misread intentions paint my world in grey,
Each gesture twisted in an unkind way.
The truth within, a story left untold,
A fragile soul in a world so cold.

The mask I wear, a shield from prying eyes,
Hides the turmoil and the silent cries.
Through a fog of confusion, I seek the light,
Yearning for understanding in the endless night.

One day, perhaps, the veil will lift,
And hearts will open to the gift.
The misunderstood will find their voice,
Together we’ll rise, and in love, we’ll rejoice.