I suck at studying so yeah here this is…

In the depths of my soul, a tear is born,
A painful droplet, from a heart forlorn,
Countless cries, in silence they hide,
Unseen, unnoticed, my tears coincide.

Into the void, my gaze is cast,
Embracing nothingness, the moments vast,
Within, my heart shatters, broken and frail,
A wretched scream, unheard, but true and pale.

Longing for your call, aching for your touch,
Empty promises, never delivered as such,
I believed your words, held them as true,
Some were lies, distorted and askew.

Left in the lurch, waiting in vain,
Deceived by your actions, inflicted with pain,
Once again, my heart shattered and scarred,
For I thought, naively, our bond could discard.

Amidst the chaos, I find my release,
In the hope that finally, my agony would cease,
Yet nerves consume you, a portrait of strain,
But your smile persists, through every self-made bane.

Battered and bruised, your spirit does show,
Yet your laughter soothes, the room all aglow,
Though hurt you’ve endured, from others and within,
Never would you inflict pain, for it’s love you believe in.

In silence, you dwell, a quiet repose,
Annoyance it brings, yet compassion it shows,
With self-consciousness etched upon your soul,
You mend others’ brokenness, making them whole.

Oh, how you despise yourself, it seems,
A relentless battle, where self-hate teems,
But know this, dear boy, in your flaws and strife,
You’re a beacon of light, bringing love to life.

For in this tapestry of joy and despair,
You’re an artist, creating love beyond compare,
And though you may stumble, with doubts that invade,
You’re a masterpiece, worthy of love that won’t fade.

In shadows cast by words unkind,
A conversation, twisted, we find.
Two voices clah, an eerie duet,
Where power plays its wicked set.

"Mind," it speaks, with sinister glee,
This little game, thank stars it's free.
Did you have fun, forget those who bring
Joy to your heart, like a broken string?

The Guy, silenced, seeks to respong,
But jis words, like echoes, are swiftly gone.
The Mind relishes in its relief,
A sinister smile, devoid of belief.

"Welcome home, child," the Mind does sneer
A dominance claimed, crystal clear.
A power dynamic, cold and unjust,
Leaving the Guy in doubt and distrust.

In this conversation's twisted tide,
The Mind revels, its power to hide.
Yet the Guy, though silenced, holds strength inside,
Seeking liberation, where truth shall reside.