In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,She wears a smile, a fragile veil,But beneath the surface, a tale unfolds,Of whispered cries and stories untold.Her heart once danced in vibrant hues,Now bruised by words that cut and bruise,The chains of silence, heavy and tight,Bind her spirit in the dead of night.Each word, a blade that carves her soul,Each glance, a shackle, taking its toll,Yet hope flickers in the darkened room,A seed of strength amidst the gloom.In the mirror, she sees the fighter’s gleam,A yearning for freedom, a daring dream,To break the cycle, to find her voice,In the silence, she makes her choice.