A smile shaped like fragile glass,
it shatters when sharp glances pass.
The world's a room that asks of me:
"When will you be what we want to see?"
But in the depths where no one looks,
where words fade out like distant books,
strength grows unseen, it builds, it waits,
a quiet fire that storms won't break.
Each step I take, no matter how small,
is a victory where I stand tall.
I'm still here, though the fight's not free,
freedom begins when my heart sees me.
