"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"

Echoes of Unheard Voices

In the whispers of our unspoken tale,
A bond unseen, a ship set to sail.
Silent companions in times of need,
Yet distant souls, lost in the weed.

Raised together, but not as one,
No allies in battles fought and won.
What expectations lie between us two,
When comparison cuts, leaving wounds anew.

To be likened to Maricel's kin,
A dagger sharp, a wound within.
No matter the effort to mend and heal,
Your eyes seek perfection in a different reel.

Envy creeps in, as friendships bloom,
In their laughter, in evening's gloom.
My final wish, to fade away,
Envy's grasp, in shadows' sway.

Forgive my wandering thoughts, if they stray,
In my heart, they quietly lay.
Do not fret about my fate,
Find solace in their company, don't hesitate.

You know not the depths of my despair,
Anxiety and depression, a heavy pair.
I show you a polished facade each day,
But weariness creeps in, in shadows' play.

Let them be your guides, your confidants true,
For in their light, I bid adieu.
Thank you for all, in shadows' embrace,
Echoes of unheard voices, a silent grace.