A life's complexity, a silent fife,
I'm misunderstood, ignored as I roam,
A figure perceived as strong, a resilient tome.
Yet beneath the surface, turmoil does brew,
A tempest within, a hidden view,
I wear a mask, a façade, so skilled,
In silence and strength, my emotions concealed.
Longing for connections, conversations untold,
A chance to share thoughts, to watch stories unfold,
Beneath the surface, hope's ember burns bright,
A dreamer's spirit, chasing stars in the night.
I wear this mask, a shield against the fray,
A veil of courage to face the day,
Beneath it all, a hope to guide,
A future brighter, like the rising tide.
Despite hardships, unmet dreams that weigh,
I hold a belief in life's meaningful array,
A journey with value, like a tale on the wind,
In this symphony of existence, a melody to rescind.
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