In the quiet corridors of youthful dreams,
Where whispers turn to shouts unseen,
A journey through the tangled seams,
Of who we are, and who we’ve been.

The eyes that watch, the voices loud,
In the midst of an unyielding crowd,
A struggle to stand tall and proud,
While shadows cast a heavy shroud.

Choices carved from borrowed fears,
The weight of countless hidden tears,
In the mirror, a face that nears
The echoes of forgotten years.

Yet in the heart, a quiet plea,
To find the strength to just be free,
To step beyond the binding sea,
And claim the light of destiny.