Sense of Sorrow

I want to be seen for who I am,
When all I see is sorrow.

I want to be felt for who I am,
When all I feel is failure.

I want to be heard for who I am,
When all I hear is a hush.

I want to be loved for who I am,
When all I love is lost.

I want to be who I am,
When all I am is broken.