Why don’t they see what I see?

Why don’t they see what I see? Why don’t they feel what I feel? I try to explain in a thousand ways But silence is all that answers back What’s wrong with me — or is it them? Why does truth feel like a burden? I carry the weight of moments missed In a world that skims the surface Where can I breathe without folding in? Where can I rest and not pretend? Where do I go when I need to be Everything I am — and nothing less? Where can I just be me? I sense the tremble in a voice The pause, the glance, the hidden noise They move on, but I stay behind Collecting pieces they left blind I feel too much, I think too long But maybe that’s my only song And if I’m broken, then I’m open To see what others never touch Where can I breathe without folding in? Where can I rest and not pretend? Where do I go when I need to be Everything I am — and nothing less? Where can I just be me? Not asking for answers Just space to unfold To not be a puzzle To not be controlled To just be… Where can I breathe… and not be erased? Where can I rest… in all of my ways? I don’t want more — I want to be free To just exist, to just be seen Where can I just be me?