A silent scream echoes through my mind
A desperate cry, forever left behind
A world outside that's full of pretend
Where fake smiles and laughter never end
I'm lost in a sea of superficial faces
A stranger in a world of empty places
I search for a lifeline, a beacon of truth
But it's hard to find, in a world of youth
I feel like I'm drowning, suffocating slow
A weight on my chest, that I just can't let go
Every step I take, feels like a mistake
Every word I say, a wrong path to make
I'm trapped in a cycle, of self-doubt and fear
A never-ending loop, that brings me to tears
I try to break free, but it's hard to resist
The voices that whisper, "you're not good enough, you'll never persist"
In a world that's obsessed, with perfection and fame
I'm just a small voice, that's screaming in vain
I yearn for authenticity, for real hearts and minds
But it's hard to find, in a world that's left behind
So I'll keep on screaming, inside my head
A silent cry, that only I can hear instead
And maybe someday, someone will hear my plea
And guide me through, this wilderness of humanity.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
A silent scream echoes through my mind
A desperate cry, forever left behind
A world outside that's full of pretend
Where fake smiles and laughter never end
I'm lost in a sea of superficial faces
A stranger in a world of empty places
I search for a lifeline, a beacon of truth
But it's hard to find, in a world of youth
I feel like I'm drowning, suffocating slow
A weight on my chest, that I just can't let go
Every step I take, feels like a mistake
Every word I say, a wrong path to make
I'm trapped in a cycle, of self-doubt and fear
A never-ending loop, that brings me to tears
I try to break free, but it's hard to resist
The voices that whisper, "you're not good enough, you'll never persist"
In a world that's obsessed, with perfection and fame
I'm just a small voice, that's screaming in vain
I yearn for authenticity, for real hearts and minds
But it's hard to find, in a world that's left behind
So I'll keep on screaming, inside my head
A silent cry, that only I can hear instead
And maybe someday, someone will hear my plea
And guide me through, this wilderness of humanity.
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