In shadowed halls of memory's keep, A silent scream, a haunting creep, The years have passed, yet time stands still, Wounds unhealed, against my will. In ninth grade's hall, where trust was chained, A friend's crush turned, my world was stained, A haunting echo, a whispered name, Innocence lost, but who's to blame? Through whispered winds, I search for peace, In dreams, I seek a soft release, Yet shadows linger, refuse to fade, Of what was done, of how I'm made. Resilience grows, though scarred and torn, A battle fought with every morn, In strength and truth, I find my way, To banish shadows, greet the day.