Behind these frames, a storm resides,
A quiet ache, no lens can hide.
The world observes a calm façade,
But within, it’s a battle, hard and flawed.
A mask of wisdom, a cloak of grace,
Concealing tears in a silent place.
Yet hope persists, through pain's embrace.
Behind these frames, a storm resides,
A quiet ache, no lens can hide.
The world observes a calm façade,
But within, it’s a battle, hard and flawed.
A mask of wisdom, a cloak of grace,
Concealing tears in a silent place.
Yet hope persists, through pain's embrace.