In the shadows of their laughter,
I find a weight, a silent tether.
Their voices loud, their stares so keen,
A battle fought, yet unseen.
They call me to the paths they tread,
To follow dreams theyâve softly fed.
But deep inside, my heart does yearn,
For paths where only my fires burn.
The pressure mounts, a quiet storm,
To fit within their crafted norm.
Yet in the quiet, I find my voice,
A whisper strong, my own true choice.
So here I stand, amidst their call,
Finding strength to break, to fall.
For in the end, my spirit free,
Defines the path that’s truly me.