“The One Who’s Always There”-The unnoticed

I walk in rooms with smiling grace,

Yet feel like I don’t take up space.

They laugh, they speak, they pass me by —

A ghost beneath the open sky.

I ask, “How are you?” — I always care,

They talk, I nod, I'm always there.

But when my silence fills the air,

No soul turns 'round. No one is aware.

I text first, keep memories tight,

Remember birthdays, calm a fight.

But when I ache, when I can’t cope,

My inbox stays a quiet slope.

I'm “strong,” they say — that word so sharp,

A silent badge, a quiet scar.

No one sees the war I hide,

Behind a smile, the tears I dried.

I don’t need crowds or empty praise,

Or people watching all my days.

I just want hearts that truly see —

The soul I am, the real me.

Not the one who holds things in,

But one who also breaks within.

Not the friend who’s “always fine,”

But someone craving just one sign.

I want to matter, not be loud,

To stand and not get lost in crowd.

To be the thought in someone’s mind,

A gentle “Hey,” a word that’s kind.

So here’s to all who feel this ache,

Who give so much, yet still feel fake.

You’re not too much, you’re not too less —

You're just unseen in your own mess.

But don’t you dim your lovely soul,

You still are light, you still are whole.

One day, someone will truly know —

The quiet fire in you that glows.