You wear sadness like pearls, carefully strung between sighs

You wear sadness like pearls, carefully strung between sighs, in a silent elegance that surrounds your neck, as if pain were something to be worn with pride. They marvel at your resilience, viewing it as a spectacle, yet they never question why suffering must be your personal signature. They whisper about your grace, admiring your courage, but isn't grace just another name for endurance? My dear, you were not meant to be a showcase of survival, a fragile glass figurine polished by the pain of time. Take off the pearls, let them scatter across the cold floor, for your beauty should not be built from suffering, but from smiles and memories that embrace your soul.