You think she’s angry,
but you cannot see
the weight of the burdens
she carries quietly.

It isn’t anger
behind her tired eyes,
but years of holding back
the tears she tries to hide.

She’s learned to be strong,
to smile through the pain,
to carry her sorrow
and begin once again.

So before you judge
the silence she keeps,
remember that some hearts
carry wounds buried deep.

She isn’t asking
for the world to understand,
just a little compassion,
perhaps a gentle hand.

For sometimes what looks like anger
is a heart too tired to explain
all the things it’s survived
and the weight of unspoken pain.