In corners shadowed by unspoken fears,
I stand, a silent echo in a sea of sound,
Each heartbeat a deafening drum,
Yet words remain chained, never unbound.

Eyes averted, searching for solace,
In walls that never judge or speak,
The room a giant, looming presence,
With voices that rise, but I stay meek.

The weight of countless gazes imagined,
A burden heavy, unseen by all,
In the throng I am a ghostly presence,
Afraid to stumble, afraid to fall.

Yet within this quiet, a spark of hope,
A whisper soft, a gentle embrace,
To find a voice among the clamor,
And claim my space, my rightful place.