I found my peace, but it was brief,
I thought it would stay, bring relief.
Day by day, night by night,
I suffocate beneath this fright.
I washed away what left me torn,
Through my pain, I bore and mourned.
I’m no player—I’m a victim,
Yet it still hurts, for I have feelings.
Through the pain, both flesh and mind,
I endure, though I’m confined.
I brush it off until it’s gone,
Yet scars remain, etched upon.
I kept it quiet, held it in,
So no one saw the war within.
Voices echo, sharp and cruel,
Scheming shadows, mocking fools.
I say, "Be silent!"—they only jeer,
Where did they come from? Why are they here?
Still, I fight, though I am trying,
To wear a face that hides the dying.
