Of My Burdens

My heart beats;
my skin crawls, my joints ache;
the resounding thud in my head takes no break.
Peace is all I ask.
Peace comes not to my tired, aching soul.
So young,
should I not be allowed to feel as such?
Or does my body age before its time?
Tired of this,
all there is to do is to keep moving along
though pain resonates throughout me.
Keep it secret.
No one should know
lest judgement unfair washes over me.
My soul grows weary of this burden.
Of the pain I harbor.
Of the invisible ailing me.
But forward I trudge;
forever to press on in silence
I bear the weight of this alone.
Reaching for the sun,
I pray it will guide me home.