In shadows where whispers lose their way,
I stand alone, a soul misunderstood.
Words spoken softly, lost in the fray,
Seeking solace in a world not as it should.

The echoes of my heart, unheard, unseen,
Dance in the air, like forgotten dreams.
In the spaces between what has been,
I wander through life’s endless streams.

Eyes that glance, but never truly see,
The depths of stories within my gaze.
I speak my truth, yet silently plea,
For understanding in this tangled maze.

Still, hope lingers like the morning dew,
A quiet promise in the dawn’s light.
That one day, understanding will break through,
And turn my whispers into songs of the night.