Yeah… Sometimes the loudest cry… is the one nobody hears. Fully exposed… heart on the line… yet somehow still invisible. Naked yet still unseen, soul in the spotlight glare, Heart on a sleeve out in the open but nobody really cares, Speak but the air stays blank, echoes just fade in air, How can someone feel stripped when nobody knows they're there? Naked yet still unseen, truth in the open air, Chest wide open like wounds but nobody wants to stare, Voice in the storm gets lost, drowned in a silent prayer, How can someone feel bare when nobody’s even aware? I bled every truth that I held in my chest, Spoke every scar that I tried to suppress, Ripped off the armour, no bulletproof vest, Now I’m just bones with a heart under stress. Look in the mirror, I’m seeing a ghost, Talk but it’s like I’m just talking to smoke, Pain in the ribs but I laugh like a joke, Cracked every door but the room still closed. Man said “open up”, so I did — now what? Laid every thought in the dirt and the mud, Showed them the wounds and the tears and the blood, Still feel invisible under the flood. Raw with the pen like a blade in the rain, Spit every memory trapped in my brain, Truth so heavy it’s bending the frame, Still feel silent inside of the pain. So I stand in the storm with my soul in my hands, Every secret exposed in the grains of the sand, But the crowd walks past like I’m part of the land, Like the scream in my lungs never reached where they stand. Naked yet still unseen, truth in the open glare, Heart on the line like a wire but nobody feels the tear, Words like thunder but still they disappear, How can someone feel stripped when nobody’s really here? Naked yet still unseen, soul in a broken prayer, Eyes wide open but still they don’t really care, Standing exposed in the cold night air, How can someone feel bare when nobody’s aware? Truth on the table like cards in a gamble, Mind in a spiral, the pressure dismantled, Every emotion dissected and sampled, Still I’m a shadow they step over, trampled. Pain in the lungs when I breathe through the doubt, Screaming inside but the sound never out, Walls in the room but there’s none that I shout, Echo just circles the same empty route. They said “talk”, so I opened the gate, Showed them the darkness I carry in weight, Showed them the nights when the silence was hate, Still they just nod like it’s nothing but fate. Naked in truth but the crowd still blind, Soul on display but they scroll past the signs, Heart like a book with the pages unwind, Still I’m a ghost in the back of their mind. I showed them the fractures beneath the skin, Every regret that was caged within, Every late night where the thoughts begin And the mind goes quiet but the ghosts step in. Told them the truth about pressure and weight, How every sunrise can feel like a weight, How every breath can resemble a wait For the silence to break or the soul to escape. Laid all the darkness across the floor, Pieces of pain they ignored before, Opened the door to the deepest core But they walked right past like it’s folklore. See I stood there stripped of the mask and pride, Every defence that I had denied, Soul in the open with nowhere to hide But the world just blinked and stepped aside. Funny how truth can scream so loud Yet still feel lost in a faceless crowd, I poured my lungs like a thundercloud But nobody heard when the sky bowed. So now when I speak it’s a different tone, Like echoes trapped in an empty home, A man can stand fully overthrown And still look fine on a cracked phone. Maybe the silence is louder than pain, Maybe the truth just dissolves in the rain, Maybe the soul is a signal in static Calling for help but the sound never came. Maybe the world only sees what it wants, Maybe the wounds are just ghosts when they haunt, Maybe the heart is a flare in the dark Burning alone while the skyline is calm. Naked yet still unseen, standing in open air, Heart on the pavement cracked but nobody stops to stare, Voice in the storm still fighting despair, How can a man feel stripped when nobody’s really there? Naked yet still unseen, truth in the cold night glare, Soul fully open and still they don’t care, Words like fire but vanish in air, How can a man feel bare when nobody’s aware? Sometimes the heaviest battles are fought in complete silence. A man can tear down every wall, show every scar, bleed every truth he carries… …and still feel invisible. Because being seen is not the same as being understood. And being heard is not the same as being felt. So you stand there — heart open, soul exposed, armour gone. Completely naked in truth. Yet somehow… still unseen.
