Some days feel heavy,
Like clouds that won’t pass.
They say I’m just a kid—
But feelings don’t check age or class.

Even young hearts wear chains,
Even bright minds feel pain.
Even gems can be cut—
But they still shine again.

So who are we?
What am I?
Maybe someone still learning
To reach for the sky.
I’m scared, it’s true—
But I’ll get through.