The weight of the world, a heavy crown,
They place their burdens, dragging me down,
I cannot bear these chains they weave,
So I shatter their grip, and finally breathe.
They say, "Be this shape, then you'll belong,"
So I bend, reshape myself, all along.
They say, "Your skin must wear this hue,"
So I paint my face, but lose what's true.
"Act this way, be stone, not heart,"
So I wear a mask, and play my part.
"Speak less, be silent, fade in the crowd,"
So I hush my voice, though it longs to shout.
"Work more, strive harder, earn your place,"
So I toil in shadows, in an endless race.
"Earn more, be more, then they'll see,"
But I lose myself, chasing what they decree.
They say, "Do this, do that, just fit the mold,"
A life confined in stories sold.
I'm weary of the echo, the constant sound,
Of expectations that keep me bound.
They point, they judge, they never see,
The soul inside, longing to be free.
The weight of their words, a storm I cannot weather,
I crumble beneath, but break the tether.
So I drop their chains, let them fall,
And rise from the ashes, standing tall.
I carry myself now, through uncharted skies,
Walking alone, where my true self lies.