𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈

𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ‎By 𝑨𝒛𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ‎ ‎At fourteen, I carried weights too heavy to bear, ‎My shoulders small, but my heart that dared. ‎The world outside was vast and cold and grey, ‎And I faced it all in a silent way. ‎ ‎I wore a mask, hid the tears I cried, ‎Handled things no child should ever have to hide. ‎The laughter faded, dreams felt out of reach, ‎And sometimes it seemed like the pain was all I could teach. ‎ ‎The nights were long, the shadows crept inside, ‎I wished for innocence, for a carefree slide. ‎But I kept going, though the hurt was sharp as knives, ‎A quiet strength that masked how lost I felt in lives. ‎ ‎Now the dust settles, and the path's unclear, ‎I’m still standing, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ‎It’s okay to feel, to let the sadness out, ‎I’m not alone, and my story’s still brave, no doubt.