In the silent echo of a crowded room,
Lies a heavy cloak of invisible demands,
Pressed upon shoulders that silently bloom,
Under the weight only the heart understands.

A tempest brews within the quiet mind,
As whispers of doubt sew seeds of unrest,
Time marches on, leaving none behind,
Yet each tick echoes in the burdened chest.

Faces masked with smiles that never fade,
Hide the tremors beneath the calm facade,
For in the dance of shadows, fears cascade,
Unveiling the silent pressures we applaud.

Still, beneath the layers of unseen strain,
Emerges strength forged in the fires of stress,
For every whispering doubt leaves a stain,
Yet also the courage to rise and confess.