Whispers And Shadows Poem by Vanessa Alvarez

I wonder what they see in me,
That makes them scoff so easily.
Some feel annoyed, some show disdain—
Yet I've done nothing to cause them pain.

Their eyes, so often, glare with spite,
They whisper rumors out of sight.
My image tarnished, stained with lies,
Their stories stretch beyond the skies.

They crave the tales that break me down,
Twist my truth and make me frown.
Do something right—they'll find it wrong,
But one mistake? They'll cheer along.

Is it envy that fuels their fire?
Do they resent what I inspire?
It's sad to think, if truth be told,
There's nothing here for them to hold.

If only they could truly see,
How blessed they are—how rich, how free.
But they're too busy casting blame,
To notice joy or feel the same.

I used to wonder, lost in thought,
Why kindness earned me battles fought.
But now I know—it's envy's sting,
That makes them mock the gifts I bring.

I'm different, yes—I celebrate
The wins of others, small or great.
When foes make peace, or gifts are shared,
My heart leaps up, completely bared.

I give with joy, though I have none,
For happiness in others is my sun.
Yet gratitude is rarely shown,
Instead, they call me proud, alone.

They think I give because I'm blessed,
With riches vast and life impressed.
But even when I've nothing left,
I find a way—no soul bereft.