I move through the world like a shadow, unseen,
Rooms full of faces, but they’re never for me.
I smile, I nod, I play the quiet part,
But inside, my chest is heavy with a hollow heart.
I trace my thoughts like constellations no one knows,
Patterns of fear, of waiting, the weight grows.
Every glance feels like it slips through my skin,
Every word I say dissolves before it begins.
Sometimes I imagine they remember my name,
But then it fades, just a whisper in the rain.
I reach for someone, anyone, to understand,
But the world moves on, slipping right through my hands.
I am the echo of me,
Lost in a tide no one sees.
Invisible threads pull me under,
Every heartbeat a silent thunder.
I scream, but there’s no reply,
Just the shadows of who I’m not inside.
I am here, but they don’t see,
A ghost in my own reality.
I built walls from my quiet despair,
Hiding the tremble, pretending I care.
I wear my solitude like a second skin,
It shields me, it binds me, it’s where I begin.
I dream of voices that will hear me one day,
Of hands that will hold me when I lose my way.
But the nights are long, the silence a storm,
And my soul feels frozen, never warm.
I wonder if anyone would miss this trace,
If I simply vanished from this crowded space.
And the fear grows louder than the hope I keep,
Pulling me down, dragging me deep.
I am the echo of me,
Lost in a tide no one sees.
Invisible threads pull me under,
Every heartbeat a silent thunder.
I scream, but there’s no reply,
Just the shadows of who I’m not inside.
I am here, but they don’t see,
A ghost in my own reality.
If I let my walls crumble tonight,
Would anyone stay, would anyone fight?
Or would I fade like a whisper in the gray,
A presence unseen, just drifting away?
I am the echo, I am the weight,
Carrying storms I cannot translate.
But even in darkness, I breathe, I exist,
A quiet rebellion, a soul that insists.
I wander streets that never hold my name,
Passing faces blurred, all strangers the same.
The city hums, but it hums around me,
Every laugh a note I’m not allowed to see.
I trace my fingers over walls I built too high,
Every brick a memory of every time I cried.
I long for warmth that doesn’t burn away,
For someone to find me before I fade to gray.
I catch glimpses of joy in the world outside,
But it slips through my hands like the changing tide.
And still I keep moving, step after quiet step,
Holding onto fragments of myself I can’t forget.
I am the echo that nobody knows,
A river that flows but never shows.
Invisible chains pull me under the sky,
Every heartbeat a whisper, every tear a lie.
I reach for connection, a hand, a sign,
But the world keeps spinning, leaving me behind.
I am here, yet I drift alone,
A silent voice no one has ever known.
