The weight of the world, an unbearable load,
A burden that crushes, a heavy and lonely road,
My mouth is covered, my voice suppressed,
Trapped in a world of fear and unrest.
Though I may feel alone and adrift,
in this sea of sorrow and strife,
my faith remains my anchor and gift,
Guiding me through the storms of life.
Yet, still, I hold the torch, for it brings a glimmer of light,
In the darkness of my soul, it illuminates the night,
And though the pain remains, and the burden still weighs,
The torch reminds me of a hope that never decays.
The quest to fit in never ends,
An impossible feat to achieve.
The world's expectations weigh heavily,
As they try to find relief.
It flickers and dances, a symbol of hope,
But its warmth is bittersweet, a burden to cope,
For every flame that flickers, a memory does stir,
Of a time when hope burned bright, of a time that's now a blur.
Yet, tears can fall, unbidden, and unmasked,
Revealing struggles, battles that have passed,
The weight of worries, troubles that I chafe,
My cigarette, a fleeting, temporary escape.
My smile, a shield, a mask that I wear,
To hide my sorrow, my burden to bear,
For pain and anguish, I keep locked inside,
My silent cries, no place to run and hide.
Amidst the smoke and haze, I find my solace there,
A fleeting moment of respite, from the weight I cannot bear,
Each puff is a bittersweet reminder, of the life that I have lost,
A reminder of the pain and struggle, of the bridges I have crossed.
