The days are long and laced with fear,
For I must stand alone out here.
Oh, why is life so cruel to me?
Why do others roam more free?

I suffer in silence, their words like knives—
This world devours innocent lives.
Oh Lord, I cry—I’m never enough,
Never perfect, never tough.

They wait—those monsters in disguise,
To see the breaking in my eyes.
But I won’t fall, I will not flee—
This is my war... me against me.

The roads ahead stretch cold and wide,
And still, I walk them, none beside.
I won’t give up—not yet, not now.
Though distant stands the "when" and "how."

For me, the journey’s steep and slow—
But still I rise, still I grow.
I’ll fight. I’ll win. I will be free.
One day, they’ll truly see... me.

So fight like it’s your final stand,
With trembling heart and steady hand.
Each time you gaze upon a star,
Know how brave you’ve come this far.

There’s a world that waits—uncharted, wide—
Their words can't dim the fire inside.
The path is long, but not unknown...
Come on—keep walking. Find your own.