In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
Lies a story untold, a silent bell.
Bound by chains of a rigid mold,
The heart grows weary, the spirit cold.

Voices whisper, “Be strong, don’t cry,”
In a world where softness is denied.
Yet beneath the armor, a soul confined,
Seeking freedom, a peace undefined.

The facade so heavy, the mask so tight,
In battles unseen, we lose the fight.
To break the silence, to find a way,
To embrace the dawn of a brighter day.

Let us unshackle the chains that bind,
To lift the veil from the weary mind.
For in the truth lies a gentle grace,
In vulnerability, a sacred space.