In a world where chaos reigns supreme,
I search for a sense of control,
When will I finally live my dream,
And stop apologizing for my soul.
Emotions run deep within my core,
But they are often misunderstood,
Expressing them causes a war,
I yearn to be heard, if only I could.
Lies and deceit surround me,
Causing a torrent of pain,
My heart aches silently,
Will I ever find peace again?
Like a fragile cookie about to break,
I struggle to hold it together,
No one beside me to help me make,
My world whole once more, no tether.
Must I bear this burden on my own,
Nurturing others while I crumble,
Expected to reap what I have sown,
Yet left alone, my spirit humble.
When will I take back the reins,
And steer my own ship through this storm,
When will I break free of these chains,
And finally find my true form.
I long for the day when I'll be in control,
Of my destiny, my fate,
When I will no longer have to console,
Myself, and carry this weight.
But until then, I'll stand tall and strong,
Weathering the trials that come my way,
For deep within me, I know I belong,
And I will find my own path, come what may.
© Copyright © 2024 ~ Mickiaella Dasilva
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