They praise me in the daylight, Show my name to everyone, You hold me high like a banner, But you never see the one. You call my triumphs holy, You wear them like a crown, But when I reach to speak to you, You’re never looking down. You say I am your mirror, But you don’t look inside, You love the story of my strength, But not the wounds I hide. You let the crowd adore me, Their cheers become your shield, But I am breaking quietly, In places never healed And in the silence burning, The weight becomes a flame, I whisper to the shadows, But they only know my name. This time I cut the silence, No banners to defend, The music falls to nothing, And my voice will not pretend: Here I am.
