I can create a nice poem, but you'll never critique it.
I can film an amazing movie, but you'll never watch it.
I can shoot the best photo, but you'll never see it.
I can write a meaningful story, but you'll never read it.
I can sing a pretty song, but you'll never hear it.
I can try to give a hug, but you'll never feel it.
I can make a gourmet meal, but you'll never taste it.
I can wear a fine perfume, but you'll never smell it.
I can make a statement, but you'll never acknowledge it.
But, all things considered, the neglect of what I hold dear isn't your fault.
How are you supposed to know what has never been presented?
It's all on me; that I have trouble showing
the wonders inside the locked heart.