It feels like I’m living two very different lives.

One the world can see.
Where I smile,
talk to people,
move through my day
like everything is fine.

And one no one knows,
where I carry a quiet storm
of pain,
grief,
and unspoken weight.

My heart feels heavy,
silently crying out
for comfort,
for understanding.

Balancing these two sides
is exhausting.

Every day,
the silence grows louder,
and the weight
of what I don’t say
pulls me further under.