My mind claims readiness, yet my body disagrees,
As walking strains my breath, I hear their laughter tease.
With a smile so wry, I mask the truth inside,
For in this act of pretense, it’s normal to be a liar.

I wish my voice could hide the tremors of my soul,
For in excitement's rush or fatigue's heavy toll,
I pace myself—too fast or slow—and feel the weight
Of striving not to be what others might berate.

Semarang, 19 Februari 2024