In the hallways filled with laughter,
Where shadows dance beneath bright lights,
A silent soul walks, a whisper lost,
A tender heart wrapped in heavy chains.
Fourteen years carved from stone,
A freshman in a world too vast;
Each glance a blade, each word a weight,
The echoes of laughter, a distant ghost.
No savior springs from the scattered crowd,
Friends are phantoms, fleeting and lost,
The void expands where hope once bloomed,
And dreams now flicker, like a dying flame.
Home—a stage of quiet dread,
Where smiles are masks, and truth's a crime,
They tread on eggshells, fears entwined,
With family turned strangers in whispered tones.
An empty shell, where a spirit should soar,
The joy of youth replaced by the ache,
The laughter of friends a far-off song,
As solitude grips this fragile soul tight.
Days blur like raindrops on glass,
Beneath the weight of unspoken fears,
But still, beneath the bruises and scars,
A flicker remains—a spark yet to ignite.
So here's to the heart that perseveres,
To the soul that yearns to break free,
One day, the shadows will cease to reign,
And from the ashes, a phoenix will rise.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Mask
PuisiThis is all a vent and I will keep adding on to it. My schedule is very inconsistent so I apologize for the inconveniences. I hope you all enjoy the vent story and perhaps find comfort in it, especially for those suffering in a similar situation. If...
