I write the truth in fiction's skin,
For quiet souls who scream within.
The ones who laugh with practiced grace,
While hiding cracks they can't replace.

Not every tale ends bathed in light-
Some teach you how to fight the night.
To walk through fire, not come out clean,
But wearing scars you've barely seen.

My stories aren't wrapped up in gold,
They're raw, unfinished, dark, and bold.
The ones inside are flawed, and scarred-
Just like the hearts that life made hard.

You think love's sweet. You think pain's small.
But come in close-I'll show it all.
The truths you dodge, the ache you hide,
Live in these pages, side by side.

So if you've ever felt alone,
This shattered place might feel like home.