I smile so people don’t see the storm. They left, but the ache stayed. I’m a poem written in scars and silence. I disappeared in plain sight. Rose was born when they stopped listening They didn’t break me all at once. It was slow like whispers in a hallway, laughter after I left, silence when I needed someone most. But I’m still here. And even if my heart’s cracked, that just means more light gets in. You call me “too much,” but I was made to be loud. You ignored me when I was quiet. Now you fear me when I scream. I’m not the villain I’m the voice that came alive when no one listened. You built this version of me. And now you can’t silence her.
