Unreadable Pages
I see through smiles,
through carefully chosen words,
through the spaces between them.
I read people like open books,
but when they look at me—
I am written in a language they never learned.
As a child, it stung.
The loneliness of knowing,
of sensing what lay beneath
when others took things at face value.
I was the quiet one, the strange one,
the one who felt like a visitor
on a planet that didn’t quite fit.
But time shaped me.
Not into something smaller,
not into something easier to understand—
but into something stronger.
Now, their blindness is no longer my burden,
and their misunderstanding is not my cage.
I no longer ache to be seen
by those who do not know how to look.
I walk my own path,
knowing that even if no one truly reads me,
I have always understood myself.🥰✨️🙏