In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows dance and whispers find,
A song unsung, a tale untold,
A heart misunderstood, both young and old.

Through eyes that see but cannot grasp,
The world outside, a fleeting clasp,
Words spoken, yet meanings stray,
In silence, I wander day by day.

The echo of thoughts left unexpressed,
In the silent chambers of my chest,
A voice unheard in the clamor loud,
A solitary figure amidst the crowd.

Yet in this solitude, I find my way,
Through the night into the break of day,
For in being misunderstood, I see,
The true essence of what it means to be me.