In the quiet shadows of my mind,
Where thoughts like whispers softly bind,
I speak in riddles, words unsaid,
A silent scream, a heart misled.

Through the echoes of endless nights,
Misunderstood, I dim my lights,
Seeking solace in the dark,
Where every word leaves a mark.

My soul, a canvas of unseen hues,
Painted with the blues and all the clues,
Yet no one sees, no one hears,
The silent symphony of my fears.

In this world of endless noise,
I strive to find my voice,
To be seen, to be heard, to be known,
In the silence, I am alone.