I’m among the crowds,

Yet my voice feels distant even to myself.

Maybe what I say is heard,

But it’s not really me that’s understood.

I form a sentence while trembling,

My heart caught in between.

Everyone hears the words,

No one feels the cry inside me.

To be understood is such a hard thing,

To be loved without defending yourself.

Without the fear of being misunderstood,

To remain just as you are.

Sometimes I fall silent,

Because silence hurts a little less.

In a world that doesn’t hear me,

Even silence understands me better.

You are already here, the one I was waiting for.

To be understood;

The one who is good for my heart,

Is only you.