I speak, they listen—wide-eyed, still,
as if I bend the world to will.
Yet all I do is state what’s there,
but truth is rare—so they just stare.
I just speak what sparks my brain,
it isn’t deep, it’s just explained.
The things that sting, the truths I fear,
I lock away where none come near.

...But I am not some guiding star,
Just tired of how lost they are.
And wisdom’s just a hollow throne,
When no one's speaking in your tone.
They crave uniqueness, desperate to glow,
yet fear the depths they’ll never know.
I wear my difference like a scar,
standing alone, for what we are.

I am not profound—just alone,
It's a dialogue I'm longing for.
My entire life, just been searching for equals,
Instead—empty echoes of applause and sequins.
I never asked to lead the way,
'Cause if I had the chance, I'd never stay.
Someone, somewhere, speaks like me,
Without a need for poetry.