Silent Halls

In the crowded halls, they walk unseen,

A shadow among the lively scene,

Behind a mask, they hide their plight,

In the daylight's glare, they fear the night.

Eyes that hold a silent plea,

For understanding, to be free,

But in the whispers and the stares,

They find only cold, indifferent glares.

A heart that beats with quiet dread,

In a world where dreams are often dead,

Assignments, tests, and social games,

All fuel the fire of hidden flames.

The weight of expectations high,

Pressing down, a constant lie,

Smiles that never reach the eyes,

Concealing tears and unheard cries.

In the bathroom stall, they sit alone,

A silent scream, a stifled moan,

The razor's edge, a tempting friend,

In the darkest hour, the thoughts descend.

A bedroom door that stays shut tight,

Hiding the battles fought each night,

Parents, teachers, friends—all blind,

To the turmoil of the fractured mind.

No one sees the inner fight,

The endless battle, day and night,

In the quiet corners, they lose their way,

A soul in torment, fading to gray.