She walks a path the world won’t know,
Through tangled woods where shadows grow.
Her mind, a maze both vast and deep,
A sanctuary where secrets sleep.

The laughter of crowds feels sharp, unkind,
A chorus too loud for her tender mind.
"Why am I different?" her heart would cry,
"Why can’t I reach where others fly?"

But in her chest, a quiet fire,
Ignites with dreams and fierce desire.
She sees the world in colors untold,
In shades of silver, blue, and gold.

The rustle of leaves, the call of the rain,
Whisper of truths that ease her pain.
Where others see only what meets the eye,
She finds the magic in a sunset sky.

Her hands can build what words can't say,
A universe formed in her own way.
Through every stroke, through every line,
She tells a story, bold, divine.

"I am not broken," she softly speaks,
"I’m more than the world’s...