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The quite fight to be known..

Sometimes it’s hard to feel seen.
You’ve done work, climbed mountains,
yet inside, that little girl still needs to scream.

Thinking over things to say,
it’s hard to know if they’ll accept.
Will they hear you anyway?

Stand up, play the game,
fit the pieces one by one.
Can someone hit pause, slow the flame,
or am I the wrong one?

A cycle of get up,
avoid the unknown.
But what if all this time
I’ve never truly been known?

Comfortable in routine,
stepping out feels like a bad dream.
Stuck behind closed doors where only I’ve seen
what’s really going on beneath the seam.

Can’t I just run,
hide away from dangers?
But nothing ever changes
if I don’t face the daggers, not the strangers.

Secrets kept, lies told,
a protection of peace to mask the pain.
A quiet shield against the cold,
a way to feel safe again.

Dark thoughts circle the brain.
It feels better to be small
than show them what’s real
and risk the fall.

Exposed, naked to the core,
is that how change begins?
Rip away the shields once more,
take off the masks that hide my skin.

It’s okay to be seen,
it’s okay to feel scared.
Society teaches fear like routine,
a weight we’ve all shared.

Live, breathe, exhale, inhale.
Bring out the true you,
your power ready to prevail,
finally breaking through.