There are reasons to be sad,
And reasons to be glad.
Yet often tears will start to fall,
And sorrow seems to take it all.
Emotions strike from every side,
Self‑pity, fear I cannot hide.
Despair that whispers, "You're alone, "
A heart that feels it's not its own.
I do not want this heavy state,
I long for joy before too late.
To walk outside, to laugh, to play,
To live a life in a normal way.
To wander streets, to meet a friend,
To speak with voices that don't end.
To share in laughter, light, and cheer,
Not vanish, lost, unseen, unclear.
But here I stay, behind four walls,
A prisoner when darkness calls.
I hide away, I turn aside,
From the bright world where others stride.
The window shows a world of light,
Of children's songs, of stars at night.
Yet I remain in shadow's keep,
Where silence lingers, cold and deep.
I dream of skies where hope is near,
Of gentle hands to calm my fear.
Of voices warm, of hearts that care,
Of love that waits for me out there.
Perhaps one day these walls will break,
And I will rise for my own sake.
To find the joy I've longed to see,
To claim the world and set me free.
For though the night feels endless now,
And sorrow bends my weary brow,
I keep a spark that will not die—
A flame of hope beneath the sky.
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