In the shadows of a teenage heart, Where the echoes of struggle reside, Each day feels like a jagged art, A world where dreams and despair collide. Living close to hear the storms, Unraveling with each outburst cried, I search for peace in borrowed forms, Yet perfection seems to always hide. On the sidelines, I watch them soar, Friends in laughter, in life's bright spree, While I bear burdens to the core, Wondering if there'll ever be a freer me. The weight of unmet dreams, it shows, In silent scars that speak of pain, Growing through these endless throes, In darkness, seeking light's faint reign. Though I try and fail, there's strength inside, A flickering hope, a tender guide.