Lost In Translation Poem by Dhruvikumari Sharma

I don't understand-
How I can weave my pain in poetic bliss,
Line after line, my soul spills free,
Yet face-to-face, I'm chained, not me,
How can I paint worlds in ink so clear,
Yet stumble when it's someone near?

I want to show love, but it twists in my hands,
Turns into anger no one understands.
I feel it deeply- so much it hurts-
But all comes out are broken words.
The good in me feels so small,
When my flaws stand loud and take it all?

I wish I could stop and figure it out,
Why I start with a point but end in doubt.
I'm not saying I'm always right-
But I know it's not all my fight.
Yet still, I apologize at the end,
Not as myself, as a mend.

I mean well- I hope you see,
Even if I'm flawed, even if it's me.
I don't want to be misunderstood.
To have my care misread for good.
I just want to heal, to understand when
My love turns sharp, my words run thin.

So here I am, writing it clear,
Knowing the message won't reach all your ears.
I'm trying to grow, to make it right,
To fight my chaos and find the light.
Because I care, even when I fall apart,
I'm leaning how to care with this tender heart.