The Weight I Carry Alone

I carry a weight no one sees. Not in my hands. Not on my back. But deep inside. It presses. Crushes. Silent. I smile to hide it. I laugh to forget it. But at night, when no one watches It’s there. Pulling. Tearing. A war I fight alone. No cheers. No witnesses. Just quiet pain. Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to drop it. To let go. But I hold on. Because hope whispers there’s light ahead. And I’m still here still fighting this invisible fight.