I raise my voice, but it falls like a stone,
Lost in the sea, sinking alone.
Words, like whispers, dissolve in the air,
While others speak, and the world stops to care.

Their anguish is painted in vibrant hues,
Mine fades to gray, a quiet muse.
Their storms are noticed, their clouds well-seen,
While mine drift by, silent and serene.

When I dare to speak, their faces frown,
Their laughter shifts,...