No one sees
the wars inside.
I fight
without weapons,
without armor.
Every breath
is a battle.
Every heartbeat
a victory
or defeat.
I smile
to hide the fight.
I speak
to mask the pain.
The world
only knows
what I show.
But inside,
it’s chaos
storm after storm.
I fall
without a sound.
I rise
without applause.
No one hears
my screams.
No one feels
my cracks.
I carry scars
no one knows.
I fight battles
no one sees.
Alone
in the silence,
I keep fighting.
Because giving up
is a louder defeat
than the world
could ever hear.
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Hazrat Usman Usman
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