I wonder how it feels to have someone to talk to,
Someone who sees me, who knows me, too.
Seventeen in November, but what does it mean?
Another year gone, but nothing to be seen.

No achievements, no hobbies, no spark in my soul,
Just a shell of a person, trying to stay whole.
A home that’s a prison, where love is a lie,
Where fear’s in the air, and dreams fade and die.

Cautious of every word I speak,
Heart racing, trembling, feeling weak.
In a world where silence is my only friend,
And freedom feels like something that’ll never end.

Trapped in beliefs that hold me tight,
Told I’m devoted, but I’m losing the fight.
Heartbreaking moments when I see them free,
Doing what I wish I could, but it’s not meant for me.

I’ve been the good one, always giving away,
But nothing returns at the end of the day.
Pushing others ahead, putting myself last,
Hoping for kindness, but nothing will last.

I’ve never known what it’s like to have friends,
Always afraid, wondering where it ends.
The laughter, the love, it’s all just a dream,
A life that seems perfect but isn’t what it seems.

Fear has shaped me, made me small,
Once social, now quiet, hiding it all.
I can’t speak freely, can’t show my face,
Anxiety’s grip, it’s hard to erase.

Love’s a stranger, never seen at home,
A warmth I never felt, a place I’ve never known.
Screams in the hall, pounding the walls,
But silence is my only shield through it all.

I wonder if death is the only solution,
But what about the dreams of being a psychiatrist,
Protecting others when I was never able to protect myself?

I wonder if this will be my life,
Captured in this web of fear and strife.
Will I ever feel love? Will I ever be free?
Or will this cage be my eternity?