A silent scream in a crowded room, 
A cry for help drowned out by the gloom. 
"Stay strong," they say, "it's all in your head"— 
But they don't see the battles I've bled. 

I speak in whispers, they respond with ease, 
As if broken minds are just minor disease. 
They smile and nod, but never quite hear— 
The pain behind words that's too heavy to bear. 

Invisible wounds, dismissed and unseen, 
A voice lost in noise— 
                ...a soul caught in between.

— Hear Me , 10/3/24