societys norms

In a world of her own, she wanders the haze, Lost in the labyrinth of endless days. A mind full of storms, yet she smiles bright, Masking the darkness that eats at her light. They see her and whisper, their judgment a knife, Labeling her "crazy," unfit for life. Yet they don't see the battles she's fought, The strength in her silence, the wars she has wrought. "Fine," she repeats, though her soul's on the brink, Drowning in shadows, too tired to think. They dismiss her pain, call her weak or deranged, Blind to her courage, to a world estranged. Society's chains, they bind her tight, Labeling her different, a wrong from the right. They send her away, out of sight, out of mind, Ignoring the truth, pretending they're kind. In her world, she builds, with threads of gold, A sanctuary from a society cold. She handles the chaos, the storms in her head, But the weight of their scorn leaves her spirit dead. At her breaking point, she stands alone, A silent scream, a heart of stone. Her pain, a testament to the cruelty of norms, In a world that shuns those who weather the storms. "Crazy," they call her, blind to the fire, The strength that she harbors, the unyielding desire. In her own world, she survives and thriv