In crowded rooms where shadows play,
Silent whispers fill the air,
A heart that trembles in dismay,
Yearning for solace, unaware.
Eyes that scan the bustling crowd,
A world that spins, a mind that sways,
Each glance, a storm, each voice too loud,
In silent screams, the spirit frays.
Within the walls of timid fear,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
Voices echo, drawing near,
Yet comfort seems forever far.
In gentle breaths, a strength to find,
To face the world and stand anew,
With courage born of a quiet mind,
The path begins to break through.