In the stillness of my efforts,

 I carve paths through tangled vines, 

 Yet their eyes cast shadows, misunderstanding, 

 Seeing arrogance where only care resides.

Their voices murmur judgments, 

 Branding me with words untrue,

 Rudeness, they whisper, arrogance, they shout, 

 But my soul bears the weight of silent storms.

I juggle worlds unseen, a balance on a knife's edge, 

 Striving to hold together the fraying threads,

 Yet they see only the surface, the mask of control, 

 Missing the heart that beats with quiet resolve.