In the silence of our room, your cries cut through the night,
I’m supposed to feel the glow, but inside it’s just not right.
Holding you like fragile glass, afraid you’ll slip from sight,
forced smiles to the faces, hiding battles I fight.
The dreams I had of running, far from these four walls,
echoes of a freedom call, through the night’s dark halls.
Thinking you’d be better off, in another’s loving sprawls,
these thoughts, they haunt me, they make me feel so small.
I’m walking through this life, feeling like a ghost,
everyone says it’s a miracle, what should matter the most.
But I’m drowning in a silence, where love feels so coerced,
in the quiet moments, I fear I am cursed.
In the mirror, a monster’s gaze, cold and estranged,
haunted by the thought that I’m not meant for this change.
Every tear in solitude, a confession of my pain,
praying for a sign, to feel whole again.
Maybe someday I’ll see the light,
feel the warmth I’m supposed to know,
until then, I’ll hold on tight, and try not to let it show.
That behind this mask of motherhood,
there’s a woman lost, and aching,
searching for herself, afraid of the breaking.