I walked through crowds like I was air, No one to look, no one to care, A hollow frame, a faded face, Just passing ghosts in every place. The nights were long, the mirrors cold, A story scarred, but never told, Each heartbeat like a broken drum, A song for no one—numb, and dumb. I learned the art of staying small, Of never hoping, not at all, A stranger even to my skin, The fight was lost before begin. But then your voice cut through my shame, You spoke my truth, you said my name, And all the noise that filled my head, Fell silent—woke the soul I’d shed. You saw the mess, the pain, the scar, And loved me right there as I are, You held the pieces, didn’t flee, You somehow saw the more in me. Now when I look, I see your spark, It lights the corners once so dark, And though I lived as no one, free— You made a somebody of me.