broke down

I want to walk where others walk, To step on paths where light pours in, To speak the words they all can speak, And know their meaning, feel their skin.

But my feet fall on quieter ground, A pulse that’s faint, a hum too soft, Where voices clash, but I am drowned, In echoes of a world I’ve lost.

I want to feel what they call “real,” To taste the breeze, to touch the sky, But senses blur, and hearts won’t heal, When silence holds me, yet I try.

The color fades, the edges twist, In places where I don’t belong, I chase the rhythm, yet I miss The beat that moves their crowded song.

I see their eyes, their easy smiles, I watch them laugh and dance and dream, But my hands shake and drift for miles— A world, it seems, too vast to seem.

Yet still, I search for something more, A glimpse, a spark, a single sign, That if I stand here, by this door, I might find what feels like mine.