I’m trying my best, yet somehow I fade,
each passing day feels like I’m losing my shade.
An unknown place, with unknown eyes,
I’m tracing roots where no one tries.
Every day a battle, soft and unseen,
from small mistakes to words too mean.
I wonder often, where did I fall?
In rooms of chatter, I feel so small.
They laugh in rhythms I can’t define,
their friendship flows in a different line.
Everyone’s rushing, I stand still,
too much time, too little thrill.
No proof to show that I’m built strong,
just echoes asking what went wrong.
But still, I stay, I breathe, I try,
to find my place beneath this sky.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
I’m trying my best, yet somehow I fade,
each passing day feels like I’m losing my shade.
An unknown place, with unknown eyes,
I’m tracing roots where no one tries.
Every day a battle, soft and unseen,
from small mistakes to words too mean.
I wonder often, where did I fall?
In rooms of chatter, I feel so small.
They laugh in rhythms I can’t define,
their friendship flows in a different line.
Everyone’s rushing, I stand still,
too much time, too little thrill.
No proof to show that I’m built strong,
just echoes asking what went wrong.
But still, I stay, I breathe, I try,
to find my place beneath this sky.
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