In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Where shadows dance upon the walls,
A storm brews silently beneath,
Hidden behind painted smiles.

The walls have secrets they cannot share,
Echoes of cries that linger long,
In whispered tones and broken dreams,
A life concealed by silent tears.

Bruised skies and trembling hands,
The heart bears scars unseen,
Each day a battle fought within,
Behind closed doors, a silent scream.

Yet hope flickers in the darkest night,
A spark that yearns to break the chains,
For even in the depths of despair,
The soul dreams of a brighter dawn.