-: Whispers:-
In the shadows of each passing day,
I feel my spirit slowly fray.
Pushing forward, yet weighed with sorrow,
Struggling to see a brighter tomorrow.
Each goal pursued, each dream in flight,
Yet voices echo, "worthless," despite the fight.
Responsibilities burden, futures unclear,
Lonely whispers drown out in fear.
No solace found, no comfort near,
In this world that fails to hear.
Silent cries, unheard pleas,
Lost in a sea of harsh decrees.
Why, oh why, this heavy load,
On shoulders young, on hearts bestowed?
Why are daughters labeled a weight to bear,
While sons are hailed, success declared?
In this cruel dance of societal norms,
A daughter's worth faces relentless storms.
But hear me now, my voice resounds,
Though thoughts of suicide do confound.
For though the world may try to dim my light,
I'll shine on, through the darkest night.
But as despair weighs heavy, and hope seems far,
The shadows deepen, like a scar.
So let the doubters doubt, the cynics scorn,
I'll rise above, though my heart is torn.
For in this cruel world, where pain does grow,
I'll stand alone, but my spirit shall know.
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