In shadows cast by whispered norms,A man stands silent, heart deformed.He wears the mask of stoic pride,Hiding the tears he must confide.

The weight of words, a heavy crown,In silent rooms, it drags him down.He fights the urge to show his pain,In a world that deems it vain.

But deep within, a voice does rise,A plea for truth beyond disguise.To break the chains, to find his voice,And in his vulnerability, rejoice.

For strength is not in silent might,But in the courage to embrace the light.To shatter walls, to stand and see,The beauty of authenticity.