The Weight Of Expectations

A sculpted facade, a chiseled grace,

A public figure, a winning face.

Applause and accolades, a crown to wear,

But beneath the surface, a silent despair. 

A park bench whispers tales untold, 

Of dreams once chased, of spirits grown cold.

The weight of expectation, a crushing tide,

Where self-worth is measured, side by side. 

A gilded cage, where shadows creep,

A silent prisoner, a soul asleep.

The world applauds, a masterpiece of art,

While cracks begin to break the fragile heart.

A weary mind, a battleground unseen,

Where doubts and fears are constant, mean.

The endless chase, a phantom to pursue,

A prisoner of perfection, lost in the blue. 

A mask of strength, a carefully crafted guise,

Hiding the longing, the tear-filled eyes.

A champion's pose, a victory's claim,

But echoes of emptiness, a haunting refrain.

Beneath the surface, a fragile core,

Yearning for peace, to open the door. 

A whisper of doubt, a question of worth,

Lost in the shadows, unseen on earth.