Do It Anyway

Some days I wake and want to scream,
I’m drowning deep inside this dream.
The world moves on, I stay behind,
Lost somewhere in my own mind.

They say, “Chin up, it’s not that bad,”
But they don’t see the nights I’ve had—
The quiet wars, the sleepless fights,
The ghosts that haunt my faded lights.

You patch the cracks, you hide the pain,
You smile and do it all again.
No medals here for getting through,
No cheers for all the hell you knew.

You bite your tongue, you wear the mask,
You do what’s needed—don’t dare ask
For comfort, rest, or peace of mind;
You’re told to “leave that all behind.”

But still, you walk, though legs may shake,
Through every bruise, through each heartbreak.
You curse the sky, you curse the day,
But still—you rise, you do it anyway.

And maybe that’s what courage means:
Not shining bright or chasing dreams,
But standing up when all is pain,
And living through it all again.