From Dawn to Dusk is a silent struggle,
To wake up in the morning and to those sleepless nights.
You want to be alone with your thoughts
But your thoughts themselves are killing you
The revolting darkness inside you,
Is messing with the smile you have put up on the outside
Happiness is something your heart has rented out
And Anxiety is that unwanted guest,
Who, like a parasite, has made a permanent dwelling in your head.
Society is vicious enough to tag these as taboo
Ours is a world where acceptance is in short supply
Listening is a rare skill
Judging is the birthright
They say mend your heart and cure your soul
Dust yourself and have a great life
You are lucky to have food, clothes, and a roof.
Some say it is an attention-seeking tactic
And others say it is a modern trend
The truth is
The ones that do not accept it are the ones in denial
