In Shadow of Becoming, a teenager stands at the crossroads of adolescence and adulthood, caught in a whirlwind of doubt and discovery. As they grapple with the complexities of growing up, they question everything they once believed-faith, self-worth...
Sometimes I doubt, and it cuts so deep, A quiet ache I can't quite keep. My heart, once whole, now bears the scars, Shattered pieces, like fallen stars.
I wish to stop, to mend, to heal, But the pain loops back, a spinning wheel. No matter how I try to fight, The doubt returns, stealing my light.
I give my best, I push, I strive, Yet somehow, the hurt keeps me alive. Like a shadow that clings, won't let go, An anchor pulling, a heavy woe.
I fall back to that moment of fear, Uncertain of what's far or near. Lost in the storm of my own despair, A battle within, too much to bear.
I feel like a snail, fragile and small, My home, my comfort, I've ruined it all. Piece by piece, I tear it apart, A reckless war against my own heart.
I long for peace, for a place to rest, But I turn against myself, my own guest. The cracks run deep, the wounds don't fade, A haunting cycle I've myself made.
And though I wonder if there's a way, The weight of doubt seems here to stay. The broken pieces remain the same, A puzzle I can't seem to tame.
I am my own undoing, my foe, A shadow of what I'll never know. Perhaps some fights aren't meant to win, And this is where my story begins-
Or maybe, this is where it will end, A constant hurt I cannot mend. The truth is harsh, the night is long, I break myself to feel less wrong.
No light, no glue, no turning tide, Just endless fragments I cannot hide. And as I sit amidst the fall, I realize-I am nothing at all.
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