Invisible Weight

 

I carry a world inside my skin,
A storm that no one sees begin.
The lightning strikes, the thunder rolls,
But silence wraps around my soul.

They see the surface, bright and clear,
A mask of strength, no hint of fear.
Yet underneath, the battles rage,
An untold war inside my cage.

My mind a race, too fast, too slow,
Where focus comes and then lets go.
I chase the moments, try to stay,
But thoughts slip through, they run away.

My body feels like shifting sand,
Some days I stumble just to stand.
The pain, the fog, they take their toll,
Yet still I fight to stay whole.

For though you cannot see the fight,
I bear the scars of endless night.
And though my path is steep and long,
I’m still here, trying to stay strong.

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