In the shadows, I’ve spent my days,
A quiet echo, lost in the haze.
Taking the backseat, I played my part,
Wearing a smile, concealing my heart.

While others raced ahead, I’d stand aside,
Hoping my kindness would turn the tide.
But today, the weight feels heavy and real,
I’m tired of pretending, tired of conceal.

Each dawn, I rise with a flicker of light,
Yet the shadows linger, dimming my fight.
I’m weary of...