Sometimes the world feels way too loud,
like a crowded room with no quiet corner—
but then I find a little space,
a place just for me,
where my thoughts can dance in their own rhythm.
My sneakers are scuffed from chasing dreams,
and my smile hides a thousand questions
about who I am, who I’ll be—
but that’s okay,
because every step feels like a story
I’m still writing.
Friends are loud, soft, messy, and kind—
like a song I’m learning to sing,
sometimes off-key,
but always real.
So here I am,
14 years old,
caught between what’s expected
and what feels like magic—
and I’m ready to find my own way,
one small moment at a time.