Always supporting,

never supported.

Always listening,

never heard.

Always giving,

never receiving.

And when misery takes me,

the world stays silent.

I became a battery,

draining for others

until nothing was left.

I’m their shelter when storms come,

but no one stays when it rains on me.

I tried to spread light

until my own glow faded.

I was their fire in winter,

but no one saw I was burning.

On my birthday,

there were no gifts, no celebration.

I laughed at his party,

and felt the warmth of his family,

but deep down I was cold.

Never first, never chosen.

I put in the effort,

but I was never the one.

Maybe that is my curse—

to give everything

and still feel unseen.