It’s not healthy to wear both struggle and lies,
the body wilts beneath their heavy burdans.
Truth wears a bitter face, yet never dies,
while deceit crumbles like forgotten dreams.

The mouth grows soft with all it must contain,
a lie for peace, a struggle for the soul.
Two fires in the chest, both smoke and flame,
fighting for air, burning what made me whole.

I cannot wear this weight and stay the same,
my...