In shadows cast by family's gaze,
The first daughter walks through weary days.
Every step she takes, it seems,
Is met with disapproval's keen.
Her heart, a captive of anxiety's hold,
In silent screams, her tale unfolds.
Each whispered word, each fleeting glance,
Contributes to her fragile trance.
Through nights where stars refuse to shine,
Her mind, a labyrinth, entwined.
Mental storms, they rage and churn,
As she seeks solace, yet yearns to learn.
But in the depths of darkest night,
A glimmer of hope, a flicker of light.
For in her soul, a strength does rise,
A phoenix born from tear-stained skies.
Though burdened by her family's song,
She finds the courage to belong.
For in her struggles, she finds her might,
A beacon shining through the night.
So let us lend a gentle hand,
To the first daughter, who dares to stand.
For in her journey, though it's long,
She finds her voice, she finds her song.
