Whispered Shadows Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In a family portrait, I stand alone,
A shadow cast in a sea of stone.
The black sheep, different, strange,
In their eyes, a flaw to change.

At home, I wear the outcast's mark,
In silent rooms, the nights are dark.
Their voices murmur, cold and thin,
A distant echo, a stifled sin.

At school, the whispers cut like knives,
Their laughter sharp, their words alive.
I walk the halls, a ghost unseen,
A canvas painted in shades of mean.

'Emo, ' they label, as if to say,
My sorrow's just a role I play.
But in the dark, where secrets hide,
I wear my heart, no need to lie.

The music blares, a shield, a friend,
In lyrics, wounds begin to mend.
Black clothes, dark hair, a mask I wear,
To guard the heart that beats in there.

Isolation wraps me tight,
A blanket in the cold of night.
Yet in this space, I find my truth,
A strength that blossoms from my youth.

For being different, strange, or wrong,
Has forged in me a spirit strong.
And though their words and looks may sting,
I rise above, my soul takes wing.

In whispered shadows, I find my way,
A journey marked by shades of gray.
And through the pain, I see the light,
A beacon shining in the night.