No one heard me... though I cried, They just smiled and walked beside. But never once looked in my eyes— Where whole worlds burned, where dream-light lies. They called my voice a foolish sound, A leaf that falls and hits no ground. “Be quiet, read, be just like them,” They said, and shut the truth again. They could not see the skies I drew— Not painted blue, but endless too. While they made homes of brick and fear, I built my world from broken years. They told me, “Stop. You dream too far.” But how could I? I was the star. They mocked the roads I dared to climb, But never once asked, “Is he fine?” I smiled through pain and held my fire, Even when tired, even when dire. Their words were stones, but I stayed still, With bleeding hands, I climbed my hill. Now… their sons work where I lead, Their daughters plant the dreams I seed. They clap, they cheer, they shake my hand, But once, they wouldn’t let me stand. Their pride is loud—but memory stays: The nights...
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