No red or gold,
just numbers typed in,
stories untold.
I stayed late while others played,
erased mistakes I never made.
The hallway
lights began to ***,
but I kept going limb by limb.
The teacher left without a glance,
still I stood,
still took the chance.
The clock ticks on,
the room feels wide,
but something steadier grows inside.
I turned my back and turned the key.
No one clapped, but I felt free, a quiet pride I
couldn't show.
But deep inside I know,
I know you don't need eyes to see the flame.
Some lights are born without a name.
Some lights are born without a name.
Unmarked, I stayed late.
I showed up and shaped my fate.
No ribbons pinned on my chest,
but still I gave my silent best.
My silent best.
