Thin Frame, Heavy Weight

Ribs pokin’ out, but my heart weigh a ton,

Carryin' the baggage while I’m out on the run.

Mirror shows a shadow, a ghost in the frame,

Skeleton king with a crown full of shame.

Skin thin but the soul don’t crack,

Confidence loud though the world talks back.

Sad songs in my chest, beats that don’t rest,

Life’s a tightrope walk, but I still flex.

Pants hang loose, but the pressure stay tight,

Mind wrestlin’ demons, shadowboxing the night.

Clothes draped like curtains, stage set for the show,

Skinny with the burden, heavy stories I throw.

Skin thin but the soul don’t crack,

Confidence loud though the world talks back.

Sad songs in my chest, beats that don’t rest,

Life’s a tightrope walk, but I still flex.

Bones show the struggle, scars map the past,

Weight of the world but the frame still lasts.

Smiles like graffiti on a city of pain,

Sunrise in my eyes though it’s startin’ to rain.

Wrist small, dreams big, world on my neck,

Every step forward feels more like a trek.

Cried rivers, but I’m floatin’ on the tide,

Skeleton soldier, I’m still ready to ride.