people?

Some talk too much, yet hide their pain, Some stay quiet, craving fun again. Some draw lines, too scared to roam, Believing safety lies close to home. Some fear the gaze, the whispered thought, So they bury the joy their heart once sought. Since childhood chasing “perfect” dreams, Afraid of judgment’s silent screams. Pure souls still meet the world’s debris, Expressive hearts hide silently. Playful minds, yet calm they seem So many faces, one unseen dream. ✨ -Richa