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Genuine Hearts Unseen
Navigating the maze of misunderstood kindness
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Genuine gestures, unseen by eyes clouded with doubt, My heart’s sincerity, in a whirlwind, tossed about. “Your kindness,” they say, “a masquerade, a guise,” It leaves me bewildered, under scrutiny’s piercing eyes.
Walking through life with an open heart, Offering a smile, a helping hand to impart. Yet met with scepticism, a questioning gaze, Misinterpreted intentions in a disheartening maze.
“Too nice,” they whisper, suspicion in their tone, Leaving me standing, feeling utterly alone. What strange world is this, where kindness is a flaw? Where open hearts are met with an invisible, judging claw?
I recall a day, under a sky so vast and blue, When my offer to help was seen as something untrue. “Your motives,” they questioned, “What do they conceal?” How do I prove that my compassion is real?
In my mind, a storm, a tumultuous sea, They wondered why they could not see my intentions. Is it so hard to believe that some hearts still care? Is empathy still there amidst the chaos?
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Authors Insight
Anger sparked this poem — Someone doubted my sincerity, calling me “too nice” after I shared my struggles in response to their poem, mistaking my empathy for insincerity.
Life’s too brief for such nonsense; my kindness isn’t fake; just because I’m polite doesn’t mean I’m not real. I’ve got ADHD, making emotional regulation a bit of a pickle, without adding the chaos of folks misreading my good intentions.
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