In rooms filled with laughter,
I stand on the edge of sound,
Watching shadows dance and chatter,
While my voice remains unbound.
Faces blur in constant motion,
Words escape like fleeting dreams,
My heart beats with fierce devotion,
To stay unseen, it silently screams.
Within the crowd, I am alone,
A ghost among the living,
Each breath a struggle of its own,
A silent plea, a hidden giving.
Yet hope resides in quiet places,
In whispered words and gentle eyes,
For even in these crowded spaces,
There lies a strength that never dies.