He sat in silence, heart beating loud,
Among a crowd, yet lost in the crowd.
A paper’s fate, a number's game,
Was about to define his name.
They asked him dreams, they asked him plans,
But never held his trembling hands.
He feared not failure, but being unheard,
A voice too soft, drowned by the world.
“Will they see my sleepless nights?
Or just the marks under harsh lights?”
He whispered low, with tearful eyes,
"Am I just numbers? Or dreams in disguise?"
He wished for sunshine, a softer day,
Where love, not ranks, would light the way.
Not gold or grades, just one small chance,
To dance again in life’s free dance.
And if the world would only pause,
To hear his silent, truthful cause,
They’d see a boy, not built to compete,
But someone with a heart that still beats.
— Written by Abi | TheAbiWorld.com