In the corners of crowded rooms,
I find solace in solitude’s embrace.
Voices like echoes fade to whispers,
In a world where I don’t belong.

The colors don’t blend, they clash,
A tapestry of mismatched threads.
I wander through paths untrodden,
Seeking a place to call my own.

Stars above seem distant, cold,
Yet their light guides my way.
In silence, I hear the call of dreams,
In a world where I don’t belong.

Yet hope lingers, like dawn’s first light,
A promise of finding my space.
For a heart that beats to its own song,
Will someday find where it belongs.