In a room full of laughter, I stand,
The words swirl around, a foreign land.
Faces familiar, yet I feel so strange,
In the crowd, my heart does not arrange.

The colors of life, vivid and bright,
But in my soul, there’s an endless night.
Seeking a place where I can be,
A realm where my spirit feels truly free.

Whispers of acceptance, a fleeting dream,
Like chasing shadows, it seems extreme.
The world spins on, in its own dance,
While I linger, caught in a trance.

Yet hope remains, a quiet flame,
A silent wish, calling my name.
One day I’ll find, the place I fit in,
Until then, I’ll wander, with hope within.