Tongue Tied Poem by Riddhi G.

I don't want to be seen.
Or loved.
Or acknowledged.
I just want to be heard,
and understood.
I want to be invisible
but not silent.
I want to be
that ringing in your ear
which you know not
how to silence
or the source of.
I never wanted
to be beautiful,
just be a spectator
but, now, I know some
and I want to tell some.
I only dive
deep in despair
because it seems
only extraordinary
are heard and
is preferred.
I, however, am
none of that sort.
I, still, wish not
to be seen
but it hurts
to not be heard.