The whispers of the heart, so soft and low,
A cry for respect, a plea to let it grow.
When we sacrifice our pride, our voice, our might,
For the sake of others, we lose our shining light.
We're told to compromise, to bend and sway,
To fit into the mold, to play the game of day.
But in the silence, we're left to decay,
Our self-respect, like autumn leaves, withering away.
You speak of...