I wait where darkness learns to stay,
And dreams feel farther every day.
Not chasing stars I once held tight,
Just learning how to survive the night.
I buried wishes, called it “choice,”
Silenced my own trembling voice.
They said, be strong, be practical, be wise,
So I let my dreams slowly die.
There’s a day I wish would fade to black,
A memory time won’t take back.
It knocks at doors I try to close,
A silent ache nobody knows.
I walk a path I didn’t choose,
Wearing smiles I’ve learned to use.
Doing things my heart won’t claim,
Still carrying someone else’s name.
But somewhere deep, beneath the fear,
A softer truth still breathes in here.
I’m broken, yes—but not erased,
Just a dreamer, bruised and misplaced.
And maybe one day, when I’m ready to see,
I’ll forgive the world… and finally, me.
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