Living to meet expectations, a heavy load to bear,
In the realm of accolades, a silent despair.
Lonely in the skies where success resides,
My heart wrestles with hidden tides.
Assumed perfection veils the inner strife,
Beneath the surface, battles for a genuine life.
In the quest for grades, happiness fades,
My inner soul yearns for authentic shades
~It's lonely up here.~
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.
