Longing for Recognition

I try my best to be a good son,A good brother,A good lover.But everything I sacrifice for the people I care,They just ignore it and see my insecurities.
In the quiet hours, I reflect alone,The weight of their indifference a silent stone.Every gesture, every effort made,Goes unnoticed, like a shadow in the shade.
I give my all, my heart, my soul,To see them smile, to make them whole.Yet all they see are my flaws, my fears,And the hidden pain behind my tears.
I try my best every time to provide,To stand tall, with shoulders wide.But all they do is make me feel,That I am a failure, a wound that won’t heal.
The nights are long, the silence deep,I lie awake, unable to sleep.Haunted by thoughts of what I lack,The love that I give, never given back.
I wear my heart on a sleeve of shame,Longing for a kind word, a whisper of my name.But the echoes in the halls are cold and stark,Leaving my spirit fractured, left in the dark.
I wish they could see the battles I fight,The demons that haunt me, night after night.But all they see is the surface, the guise,Not the turmoil that churns behind my eyes.
Each day I rise, determined to be,The person they need, the best version of me.But no matter how hard I strive or yearn,Their affection and approval, I never earn.
So I’ll keep trying, in silent despair,Hoping one day, they’ll notice and care.Until then, I'll bear this heavy crown,A good son, a good brother, a lover worn down.
© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY