Sometimes it feels empty,
Like the space in the heart of an orphan,
It feels so scary, like betrayal,
Not royal, just the burden of emptiness,
Scars are all written on loneliness,
Triggering as the soul is broken,
It whispers a token of stories of anxiety,
It feels unfortunate to speak of its words,
To shout with a voice no one hears,
Nobody listens, just my emotions,
Abusing with the stress it comes with,
With myself alone but like the sun,
I will shine and rise above.