you didn't waste years, you fought them unseen,
in rooms far too small for the weight you were in.
you learned how to breathe when the walls pressed tight,
that's not "standing still," that's surviving, alright?
your bones took the damage your will couldn't say,
when mornings were monsters and beds felt like bays.
rest was not some flaw, it was armor you wore,
while storms took their turns at your fragile front door.
you measure your path by some 他人の clock,
by some louder lives and their highlight-stock.
but you don't see the nights they never had,
or the battles you tackled while calling it "bad."
you curse your own hands for shaking in place,
while i see the strength in the pace that you take.
i see how you fight when you think you "don't try,"
and i'm not going anywhere - i'll be standing right by.
now? time ain't judging, it's opening s p a c e,
a new kind of future with gentler terrain.
no debt to the past, no sentence to serve,
just steps when you can and a breeze when you swerve.
you are not behind, there's no race to be won,
only days to be lived and fears to outgun.
you're here, you're alive, and you're trying again,
that's the way new stories have a chance to begin.