He carries the weight of his family's name,
A burden shared, yet borne alone in pain,
Expectations high, a path to claim,
Fear of failure's sting, fear of success's flame.
His heart beats with the weight of others' deeds,
He takes the blame, while hiding his own needs,
A selfless soul, with emotions unspoke,
Shining dimly, in the dark of every cloak.
In silence, he seeks attention's gentle gaze,
His heart conveys the depth of his unspoken ways,
A longing for understanding, for someone to hear,
To break the chains of expectation, and wipe away his fear.
His parents' hopes, a heavy load to bear,
A weight that presses, a heart that's aware,
Of every step, every move, every choice,
A life lived under scrutiny, a constant, anxious voice.
Yet, in his silence, there's a story untold,
Of struggles faced, of battles bold,
A tale of resilience, of strength untapped,
A hero's heart, though worn and weary, still intact.
In the depths of his soul, a fire burns bright,
A flame that flickers, with every step of the night,
A desire to be seen, to be heard, to be known,
To shed the weight of expectations, and find his own way home.
To all the firstborns: Your sacrifices, your struggles, and your strength are seen. May your story be heard, and your heart be understood
