You think I'm angry

You think I'm angry, but you don't see,  

The weight I carry silently.  

It’s not the rage that fills my eyes,  

But tiredness in a thin disguise.

I'm not furious, but worn and torn,  

From dreams abandoned, hopes forlorn.  

I'm tired, I'm weary, I'm feeling lost,  

Paying life’s relentless cost.

I'm sinking deep in a sea of doubt,  

Crying softly, without a shout.  

Frustration builds, but not from hate

It’s the closed doors, the heavy weight.

I promised much, my dreams were bright,  

But now I battle every night.  

I want to give, to rise, to shine,  

But life’s harsh currents pull the line.

So when you see my weary stare,  

Know it’s not anger, but despair.  

I'm fighting hard to find my way,  

Hoping tomorrow’s a kinder day. 🥀🌷