I tried to get appreciated, the people around me got it.
I smiled through the ache, wore my favourite colour like a shield,
But no one saw the cracks I quietly concealed.
I spoke with courage, though my voice trembled a bit,
Still, the spotlight turned where the louder winds blow.
I stood in the middle, clapping for them all,
They say “you did good,” but not loud, not proud,
Their praise like whispers lost in a crowd.
I wasn’t perfect, but I was there,
With words on my lips and strength in the air.
But maybe I’m more than a rank or a cheer,
More than applause that I longed to hear.
For every stumble, every missed beat,
Is a quiet anthem of my steady feat.
So I’ll wear it again, not to hide the scar,
But to remind myself, I’ve come this far.
And next time, whether I’m first or unseen,
I’ll still be the girl who dared to dream.
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