In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
Lies the weight of silence, a story to tell.
A burden unseen, yet deeply felt,
In hearts where shame and sorrow melt.

Echoes of regret in the still of night,
Whispers of wrongs that never feel right.
Beneath the surface, a hidden flame,
Burned by the ember of silent shame.

Faces turned away, eyes cast down,
Wearing the mask of a painted frown.
The world moves on, but the heart remains,
Trapped in the labyrinth of its own pains.

Yet in the dawn, a light may gleam,
Breaking through the darkest dream.
For in the acceptance of our flawed name,
Lies the path to release from the chains of shame.