Margins of Me

They read the headline, but skipped the footnotes...

I'm more than my shine — it's the margins that bleed the most.

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They don’t ask about the nights I don’t post

The ones where I’m talkin' to pain like it’s close

Smile on my face, but the mirror know

That I fight wars in the silence I never show

I keep receipts of the love I gave

But the balance never matched what I paid

Seen brothers fold with a real man’s face

Seen friends drift off like they ain't leave a trace

I got guilt I ain’t earn but still carry

Love I ain’t get, so I buried

Parts of me in a box called “fine”

Taped it shut with a crooked spine

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These the margins of me — what you don’t see

The parts in the dark where I still bleed

I hold the world, but who hold me?

Gave 'em truth, but they sold me dreams

These the margins of me — they overlooked

Judged my cover, never read the book

So I walk light with a heavy soul

Tryna stitch what the world don’t hold

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I done lied to myself just to make it through

Told my demons, “act calm when they come through”

They don’t know I rehearse every word I say

So I don’t crack when they ask if I’m okay

I love hard, but I love from a bruise

Still show up, even when I lose

I made peace with pain as a roommate

Told it “stay quiet,” but it narrate

Wrote my life in invisible ink

Cried in showers so the world don’t think

I still question if I’m built for this

Or just good at pretending I exist

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These the margins of me — what you don’t see

The parts in the dark where I still bleed

I hold the world, but who hold me?

Gave 'em truth, but they sold me dreams

These the margins of me — they overlooked

Judged my cover, never read the book

So I walk light with a heavy soul

Tryna stitch what the world don’t hold

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Don’t read me out loud if you can’t handle the silence in between.

Margins ain’t empty... they just ain’t been seen.