The Circle- 4: Burden of Adulthood

The weight of the world is crushing my chest,

Stealing life from each step and wind from my breath.

I try to do right, but the road twists and bends—

While society turns my dreams into trends.

The mirror I hold shows a face I don’t know,

As I march in the footsteps my ancestors chose.

To raise up a child while I fall to my knees—

What wisdom can sprout from a forest, diseased?

I teach what I’m told, though my soul disagrees,

As I stumble through truths that I barely believe.

Each choice feels a chain, each moment a test.

I give all I have, but it’s never the best.

A scream in my chest I cannot release—

A life I once dreamed, now buried beneath.