A masked soul
A soul trapped in expectations,
A heart that beats with hidden tears,
A life lived for others' happiness,
While mine withers through the years.
They think I'm perfect, a flawless kid,
But little do they know the pain I hid,
The scars that mar my inner self,
The cries that echo, no one else.
My family sees a heartless face,
But I'm a storm of emotions, a fragile place,
Every little thing, a piercing dart,
A sensitive soul, torn apart.
My brother knows my secret strife,
But keeps it locked, a silent life,
I'm lost in duty, a role to play,
A caregiver, while I wither away.
People like us, imperfect and real,
Embracing flaws, our true appeal,
Imperfections beautiful, a work of art,
A soul that's mine, not a manufactured heart.
Marriage, a scam, a game of chance,
A risk of heartache, a lifelong dance,
Freedom's call, a yearning deep,
To break free from societal sleep.
I'm manipulative, or so I think,
A straightforward heart, with emotions that sink,
An empath's curse, a vulnerable soul,
A struggle to put myself whole.
Self-worth issues, a constant fight,
A 24-year-old's quest for inner light,
One day, I'll rise, and take my stand,
And learn to love myself, hand in hand.
Until then, I'll wear this mask,
A shield to hide my true task,
To find my voice, my inner strength,
And shatter expectations' length.
Copyright © Niyati Nandan | Year Posted 2024
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