They Think

In the whispers of morning, they nod and they smile,

Yet glance just a moment, not knowing my trial.

With stories they gather, in laughter and jest,

They paint me with colors, but can't see my quest.

They see the bright surface, the shimmer and glow,

But shadows run deeper, where few dare to go.

A thousand small battles, each scar tells a tale,

Yet they read only headlines, they don’t know my sail.

Behind every laughter, there's a heartbeat that races,

In silence I carry, unspoken embraces.

They think they can judge me, by glimpses they glean,

But the chapters are hidden, in spaces unseen.

For life is a movie, with scenes out of sight,

And I'm more than a story, I’m my own guiding light.

So beyond the façade, in the depths of my soul,

I seek understanding, to feel truly whole.

So here’s to the seekers, who listen and learn,

Who dive into waters where the tides twist and turn.

To those who will wander, past the mask that I show,

In the garden of friendship, together we’ll grow.