I build a bridge of steady stone,And paint it with my truest hue,But when you look across the space,You see a wall that blocks your view.I speak in whispers, soft and clear,To keep the fragile peace alive,But in the silence of your mind,You hear an anger start to thrive.I offer space to let you breathe,A quiet harbor from the crowd,But you translate my gentle restAs cold indifference, wrapped in cloud.It is a lonely thing to standBeneath a glass you cannot break,Where every gesture, every breath,Is recast into a mistake.Yet though the mirror distorts the light,And shadows mask what should be known,The truth remains within the heart,Unhurt, unaltered, and its own.