I once stood in crowded rooms,
Where shadows whispered bitter less-than-half-truths,
Faces masked with practised grins,
Never believing I could win. And put everything I thought out loud in the bin.
I carried dreams with fragile wings,
Yet no one cared for what they'd bring.
Eyes rolled, words cut with silent scorn,
Left me bruised and battle-worn.
My worth was lost in laughter cold,
Unseen, unheard, left out, untold.
They never thought I'd break the chains,
Rise above their doubts and pains.
But now the tables spin and turn,
The flames of my ambition burn.
They watch, unsure, with envy's glare,
Long to breathe my brighter air.
Their smiles now tremble, paper-thin,
Regret for where they could have been.
I see them struggle, lost for words,
Chasing echoes, unheard birds.
Once, I craved to be embraced,
But now I stride, my fears erased.
Their faith was weak, while mine grew strong—
I don't belong; where they belong.
