Nobody understands us

We are a language no one cares to learn, A slow-burning fire that offers no heat. They see the smoke, the way the pages turn, But never the heart making every retreat. We scream in the quiet, we ache in the blur, Trapped in a glass that they think is a door. To be "fine" is the mask that we wear like a fur, While we drown in the things they choose to ignore. "It is a heavy thing to be a masterpiece that everyone looks at, but no one actually sees."