What if?
What if a small cut you don’t see, Turns into a hurt that won’t let me be? The scar it leaves stays for long, Under my skin, where it feels wrong. What if words I never say, Grow into anger that won’t go away? Like a dark root that spreads and grows, A bitter bloom that nobody knows. What if I speak from my heart, But they don’t hear or take part? If they don’t see what I try to show, The small signs I quietly throw. What if things end in a way, I never wished for every day? If all my hopes wash away like sand, And what I built slips from my hand. What if I stay silent and small, And nobody notices at all? What if I don’t share or say, No one cares, and fades away?