Her tears flow along the ground like a river
Her ears ache from the constant shouting
Her headphones blare with Chappell Roan’s “The Giver”
A melody fierce—yet in pain, she’s drowning

She plays pop songs just to hide, hide beneath her mask
She’s the joyful girl—or so they think, they all believe
No one’s ever paused to wonder, to even ask
She breathes, she walks, she smiles—but beneath it, she grieves

She lies awake at night, wondering who her knight will be
Someone to save her from this place she calls her personal hell

His face still burns from his father’s slap
They wanted a girl—but “disgraced” themselves with a boy
The scars on his back could form a map
They all think he’s laughter, happiness, joy

He tells lies like breathing, it comes with ease
He’s the happiest guy—or so they all believe
He walks through life as if he’s free of unease
But pain creeps in through cracks he can’t quite leave

He lies awake each night, praying for an escape
To give his love to someone who sees him—not his mask

She walks down the street, her hair hiding her face
He walks that same path, a fake smile in place
She bumps into him, her lip gloss spills in disgrace
He stammers, helps her—his words all over the place

Her heart skips at the sight of his hazel glass eyes
His breath halts when he sees her bright green gaze
To her, he’s a carnival prize in disguise
To him, she’s the light at the end of a haze

He shares laughs, jokes—and then his number
She shares thoughts, dreams—and then her number
He didn’t know this moment would rewrite his whole life
She didn’t know this man would one day call her his wife

They didn’t know what fate had planned
But they took the risk—and thank god they did.