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Silent Regrets
I dared to open up my heart,
To my favorite teacher, a work of art.
I thought she'd understand my pain,
But my hopes were lost, all in vain.
I shared my secrets, my innermost fears,
Hoping to relieve my heavy tears.
But the advice she gave was just so bland,
No comfort found, with no gentle hand.
I wanted her to see what I went through,
To understand what I had to do.
But her words were empty, just routine,
Leaving me alone, with my heart in pain.
Oh, how hard it is to be understood,
To find someone who truly could.
My favorite teacher, I thought you'd be,
The one to hold me, and set me free.
But now I'm left with silent regrets,
Wishing I had kept my heart a secret.
For the pain of being misunderstood,
Is more than I thought I ever could.
© SP
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