Mature to fast?

My heart is heavy and my eyes are sore, I'm the only daughter, and this I know for sure. I'm growing up too quickly, maturing at a young age, Having all the responsibilities, I'm stuck in a closed-off cage. I'm so sad and I can't tell anyone, My feelings are like a heavy ton. I can't speak my mind, I can't even cry, But I know everything will be alright, by and by. I'm the only daughter, with no one to share, I'm all alone in this world, and nobody seems to care. I'm so lonely, and I don't know what to do, All I can do is keep my head up, and make it through. In shadows cast by lonely moons, a tale unfolds, Of a weary heart, burdened, searching for solace untold. Super long were the days, stretched thin with despair, As an only daughter, maturity forced her to bear. A fragile soul, adorned with sorrow's heavy cloak, A dancer in darkness, solace she seldom spoke. Silent tears like silent screams, concealed in her eyes, For she carried burdens that no one realized. Responsibilities, heavy chains that bound her tight, No respite in sight, no escape from her plight. The weight of the world rested on her fragile frame, Yet, no one could fathom the depth of her pain. In a world that spun too fast, she matured beyond