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?