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In the quiet of their rooms

they retreat

Silent echoes of a world

bittersweet

Parents counting grades

lost in the race

While children hide

seeking a safe space

Eyes on papers

numbers and scores

Missing whispers

behind closed doors

A’s and B’s

a relentless demand

Ignoring the plea

of a trembling hand

Dreams and hopes

weighed down by the scale

In the pursuit of a polished tale

Mental scars

unseen, profound

In a world where silence

makes no sound

When children speak

hearts in their eyes

Parents dismiss

with hurried replies

Their views unheede

seen as slight

In a home where love

should shine so bright

How absurd it is

this paradox

Chasing futures

while hearts turn to rocks

Wondering why shadows

seem so dense

In a home bereft

of true presence

Grades may shimmer

a fleeting light

But in those rooms

they battle night

Parents, pause

here the silent scream

For love, not marks

builds the dream

Listen close

to their silent plea

For in their eyes

true needs you’ll see

A world through their lens

vast and real

Only then can wounds

truly heal

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