In the crowd, where whispers grow loud,
A river of thoughts, a suffocating shroud,
Each wave a push, each tide a pull,
Drowning in the sea, losing my soul.

Eyes watch closely, judging every move,
An unseen jury with standards to prove,
My heart beats frantic, a drum of fear,
Will I ever break free, or disappear?

A voice inside, a whisper so small,
Tells me to stand, tells me to call,
For courage to rise, for strength to fight,
To blaze my own trail, to follow my light.

Still the current pulls, and shadows loom,
But I plant my feet, in the face of gloom,
Against the tide, I stand my ground,
In the noise of the crowd, my voice is found.