i wake up tired, though i slept through the night,
dragging my feet through the day like a fight.
books stacked like walls, numbers that blur,
i read the same pages, but don\'t know what occurred.
they say, “just try, just do your best”
but what if my best still isn’t enough ?
what if the weight i carry inside
makes even the smallest steps feel like a climb?
i fear their eyes, those kind, proud eyes,
what if one day they just see the lies?
the smile i wear, the \"i\'m fine\" i say,
when i cry in silence at the end of the day.
i don\'t want pity, or a spotlight glow,
just want someone to quietly know
that sometimes i\'m drowning, though i stand tall,
and sometimes i break with no one to call.
my heart is loud, but my face is still,
i laugh too quick, but feel too real.
i\'m scared to fall, scared to lose,
scared they\'ll say, “you had your chance to choose”
but i didn’t choose the fear, or the ache,
i didn’t ask for the nights i break.
i just want to be enough, that\'s all
enough to stand, not always crawl.
and maybe one day, without a disguise,
i\'ll lift my head and meet my own eyes.
but today, i\'m quiet. i don’t need a crowd.
just some place to feel… without being loud.