Am I Unreal

Am I unreal, so you turn from my light?
Or I'm just a candle lost in the night?
The flicker I offer seems too faint to see,
Yet it burns with a quiet, steady resolve.
If you'd only pause, you might find the warmth,
A spark waiting to ignite the frozen dark.

Am I unreal, so you doubt my worth?
Or I'm just a page torn from your story?
The chapters I write with trembling hands,
Speak truths you choose to leave unread.
Each word carries weight, though faintly heard,
A testament to a soul unseen, unheard.

Am I unreal, so you forget my fight?
Or I'm just a warrior lost in your blind eyes?
The battles I wage in silence and despair,
Echo in corridors you refuse to walk.
My scars, not trophies, but signs of survival,
Mark the path of a life unyielding.

Am I unreal, so you brush past my touch?
Or I'm just a breeze too subtle to feel?
The connection I crave lies beyond the stars,
But here on earth, it slips like sand.
If you'd stop and let the moment breathe,
Perhaps my essence would become real.

Am I unreal, so you leave me unseen?
Or I'm just a whisper in the noise of life?
I walk this path with questions unspoken,
Yet each step resounds with echoes of hope.
Perhaps in your gaze, I'll find my truth,
A moment where being unreal fades away.