their days stack neatly like coins
each one polished till it vanishes
they carry smiles as heavy armor
every step calculated not to slip
i wonder how they breathe softly
how silence never claws their throats
how the walls don’t cry with them
how their hearts don’t storm at night
some people never howl at the moon
never fall trembling to the bathroom tile
never curse the world in their own tongue
never hold chaos like a second heartbeat
they mistake stillness for being whole
call wildness a thing to be tamed
but tell me, who sees the stars clearer
than the one lost in the dark alone