The Sadness With The Light Of Hope

yearning for appreciation

Praise and appreciation—
A small yet profound thing to achieve.
My heart craves it endlessly;
Even the smallest recognition means the world.
Is it because I’ve been deprived of it for so long,
That my heart aches and yearns?

I envy those who are celebrated,
Those who are praised for the tiniest of deeds.
While I endure storms,
Tread on lava, and extend help despite the pain,
I remain unnoticed, unappreciated.

Is it so hard to appreciate?
Is it too much to ask for recognition?
Are small victories invisible?
Am I devoid of anything worth praise?
Why am I branded a disappointment
Even when I’ve done my best?
Am I never enough?

Insecurity took root within me,
And so, I changed myself.
I studied, I drew, I wrote,
I told jokes and gave my all—
All in the hope of being appreciated.
Yet, I was ignored, compared, brushed aside.

Maybe I don’t deserve appreciation.
Yet my heart still yearns for it,
For perhaps we crave most
What we can never have.
I yearn so much,
That I’ve become something I despise—
An appreciation-hungry soul.

But maybe one day,
My worth will not go unseen.
Maybe one day,
I will finally be appreciated.