Always Praised But Never Desired Poem by Tsotello Nenzinane

heavy is the head that chose to wear the crown, the true intentions are finally clear.
the sliently loud presence lingers around the one who wears the crown of praise and fear.
adored by crowds, as they sing aloud, but i only hear the whispers of the night.
a heart untouched, like stars that fade slowly from sight.

the world may cheer, but my heart stays unheard.
each accolade being my personal cage, now every smile seems absurd.
in fleeting glances, emotions get lost and warmth gets cold.
another dead tale of self-love, a story told in silver, never gold.

to seek a touch from one you love, yet find the hand withdrawn.
to wear your personal mask, hoping for one's desire to be yourself, while dreaming of the dawn.
the heart's true song will always have the same tune, concealed beneath the public guise.
beneath many layers, unbreakable and unbearable by many is a haunting echo where desire lies.

to close many chapters of your life with the praise of many may bring your spirit up before it inevitably fell.
the fact that it gets increasingly harder to smile, but easier to cry is a tell.
so here i stand, a lonely statue in the night.
admired by many, yet craved by none's sight.