In the depths of shadows, I stand alone,
An echo fading, a voice unheard, unknown.
For I am but a whisper, a soul unseen,
In a world that rushes by, oblivious and keen.

Like a forgotten rose in a desolate field,
My worth camouflaged, yet my spirit concealed
I am but a humble actor in life's grand play,
An understudy, yearning for my moment's display.

In the crowded symphony, my note, a mere sigh,
Lost in the crescendo as time hurries by.
I watch as others bask in fortune's gaze,
While I remain hidden, trapped in this maze.

I am the autumn leaf that falls silently down,
Without a rustle,...