In the quiet corners where whispers dwell,
I give my all, yet none can tell,
The weight I carry, the silent swell,
Of dreams deferred, in a hidden shell.

The smiles I wear, a crafted guise,
Beneath it all, the truth belies,
A heart that aches, a soul that tries,
To break free from the web of lies.

Each favor asked, a heavy toll,
Straining the seams of my weary soul,
The debt unpaid, the constant role,
Of giving more, the endless goal.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A hope that whispers through the chains,
One day to rise, to break these reins,
And find the strength to heal the pains.