WORLD'S CUT DEEP
Life's expectations weigh me down,
My path is mine, my heart's unique sound.
Others want me to fit their mold,
Forget my truth, and stories untold.
The world is vast, and we're all different,
Expectations clash, and hearts are rent.
Maturity isn't just about pain,
Words cut deep, and the heart remains.
Words can kill, words can heal,
They echo inside, a constant feel.
We crave action, not empty words,
But the pain lingers, forever unheard.
We try to change, to fit their way,
But their words destroy, day by day.
We love our life, and theirs too,
But they love ours with hate, what to do?
Q