A soul once bright, with dreams aflame,
Trapped in chains of others' aims,
A life not hers, but theirs to mold,
A girl lost, with heart turned cold.

They said, "Be this," and "Do that,"
And she obeyed, with hesitant chat,
Her voice silenced, her choice denied,
As conformity became her guide.

She wore masks to hide her pain,
And pretended all was vain,
But...