"when silence start to burn"

To the Boy Who Grew in Silence – Part II --- They told him, “Be strong,” so he built a wall, No cracks, no cries, no voice at all. He wore his quiet like a shield, A boy unseen, a wound unhealed. They praised the mask he learned to wear, Blind to the weight of unvoiced care. He bore their hopes, denied his pain, And learned to flinch at feeling shame. But silence grows too loud to bear, It burns beneath the practiced stare. Now trembling words begin to spill— The ones he swore he never will. He’s not a storm, or cry for grace, Just truth now written on his face. A boy who broke, yet dared to show The pain he hid so long ago.