the weight of kindness

In a world that spins with contradictions, 

I find myself caught in the storm of silence, 

 Where kindness weaves its delicate thread, 

 But whispers of doubt dance in the shadows. 

 I greet every day with an open heart, 

 Smiling at strangers, offering warmth, 

 Yet still, the echoes wrap around me, 

"You're too nice," they say, As if kindness is a flaw, 

 A burden too heavy to bear. 

I wonder what it means to be kind, 

 When the heart aches with confusion, 

When the line blurs between love and pain, 

 And I’m labeled for trying to shine. I give my all, 

Yet the mirror reflects a straner, 

A face marked by judgment, unkind, 

 Caught in the tempest of other's views. 

Why must I navigate through this maze, 

 Feeling the weight of their expectations? 

To be 'fixed'—what does that even mean, 

In a world that thrives on masks and facades? 

 Am I an enigma wrapped in a smile, 

 Or a question mark in a crowded room? 

Seeking solace in understanding, 

Yet finding walls built on misunderstandings. 

 I long for a place where truth can breathe, 

Where kindness is not a crime, 

 But a melody sung in harmony, 

 Where hearts open, and souls connect. 

 So I stand tall, In the face of the storm, 

Nurturing the flame within, 

Refusing to dim my light For the sake of fitting in. 

 I embrace my nature, A cascade of compassion, 

And although many may not see, 

 I’ll remain true to the best of me.