In the quiet hum of crowded rooms,
Where laughter echoes but never lands,
I wander through a sea of faces,
Yet feel the drift of distant sands.

The colors blend, a vibrant swirl,
But my heart beats in muted tones,
A canvas yearning for its place,
In a world where it stands alone.

Whispers dance like fleeting shadows,
Unseen, unheard, yet deeply known,
In the spaces where I wander,
Where seeds of solitude are sown.

Yet in this solitude, I find,
A strength that blooms in unseen light,
For not fitting in can be a gift,
A star that shines in endless night.