Hani

I didn’t want much. Just one person who’d truly love me.
Someone who’d care about my words, my passions… me.
Now I watch others find their light, while I smile from the shadows
Wearing a face that isn’t mine, laughing at a life that doesn’t feel like mine.
Was it worth it, making everyone else happy?
If yes, why does no one try to make me smile?
If no, why am I still doing it?
They say they love me.
But when I needed them most… no one heard me.
Maybe they’re just actors. And I’m just the quiet scene they skip.