A Constant Strain
A face I see, a tangled maze.
A heart that's kind, a gentle soul,
But anger's tide takes its toll.
The weight of wants, a whispered plea,
To be the man I long to be.
A steady hand, a provider's might,
Yet shadows dance, dimming the light.
People pleasing, a gilded cage,
My voice unheard, trapped on a stage.
The need to please, a constant strain,
Leaving me empty, lost in the rain.
But wait, a spark, a chance to mend,
To break the chains, to be my friend.
To breathe and calm the raging storm,
Embrace the right to feel the norm.
Kindness remains, a guiding star,
To build my worth, no matter how far.
To speak my truth, to find my way,
And let the anger fade away.
This is the path, a journey starts,
To mend the mirror, mend the hearts.
For beauty lies not just in form,
But in the strength to weather the storm.
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