In the crowd where whispers roam,
A silent force that drives the heart,
Echoes of a thousand voices,
Guiding paths we dare to chart.
Eyes that watch with hidden gaze,
Judgments cast in fleeting glances,
A dance of masks we wear each day,
In hopes of meeting their advances.
The weight of words unspoken yet,
Presses down like morning mist,
In the quest for acceptance sweet,
Our true selves often missed.
Yet, beneath the surface deep,
Lies a strength we must discover,
To break the chains of peer’s embrace,
And find the courage to recover.