What My Silence Screams

Do you ever feel that no matter how hard you try, no matter what you achieve, it will never be enough? Like each mistake is a stone, a weight that pulls you deeper, one more heavy thing to carry, to measure against yourself. Sometimes, I wonder if I were to disappear, if anyone would notice, if in a year, or two, my name would be a distant thought, lost in the shuffle, a whisper on the wind. Would it matter? Would anyone care? Would the echo of my laughter still ring in someone’s ear? Would the words I spoke become fading memories, dust in a room no one visits anymore? Eventually, everyone is forgotten, aren’t they? A brief flame that fades into the dark. So I keep moving, burying the doubts, pretending they don’t weigh me down, because what else is there to do? The world turns, and we turn with it, but for how long? Will the marks I leave be only footprints in sand, washed away by time’s relentless tide?