The Weight I Wear Poem by Quinn Talen

I. Behind This Mask
Pain and death has become a part of me,
And there's nothing I can do about it.
I walk in anxiety and depression each day,
With low self-esteem a garment I put on.
No one sees me, no one notices anything,
No one seems to understand what I go through.

II. The Echo of Silence
I laugh with joy and excitement every day,
But that's just a cover-up of my pain.
And it builds up every single day — the pain,
It's like everything you do is in vain.
I have lived a lie my whole fucking life,
And now I don't even know what's real anymore.

III. A War Within
I'm tired of screaming with no voice to hear,
Tired of drowning in an ocean of fear.
Each morning I rise with the weight of the night,
Wishing the darkness would swallow the light.
They see a smile — perfect and wide,
But they don't see the war I fight inside.

IV. Fading Into Me
Will I ever be seen beyond this disguise?
Or will I fade beneath hopeless skies?
I ache for peace, for just one breath,
Free from the grip of pain and death.
But for now, I wear this silent plea —
A broken soul, longing just to be me.

_Chrollo Vladimir_