In the shadows where whispers creep,
I learned to weep, yet silence I keep.
With every tear, a tale unfolds,
Of seeking warmth in hearts grown cold.
They claimed my birth was a sacred gift,
But their harsh words caused a spirit rift.
Left to fade in despair’s tight grasp,
I fought for air, but none to clasp.
From elders to youth, disdain would rain,
A fool, they said, for feeling such pain.
Through storms of doubt, I wandered lost,
In a world where love came at a cost.............