Feelings, so light to carry,
Yet so heavy to voice.
Pride, jealousy, hurt, joyâ
Each stirs storms within,
Leaving its own ruins.
Tears, a language of the soul,
Flowing with joy, spilling with sorrow,
Yet too often, they mark pain.
Behind the brightest smile hides a shadowâ
Why canât we smile away our worry?
Trustâa fragile thread,
I share, and you unravel it.
Words meant for you,
Turned into whispers of betrayal.
Was it yours to sell?
So I retreat.
Feelings, not shared
Hurt, I cradle in silence.
Joy, I guard like treasure.
Myself, I keep to myself."