Distant Door

I know there’s fire in me, but somehow I dim my own light, 
Potential like a rising sun that never breaks into sight. 
Studies drain my spirit, yet people judge me by those scores, 
And every exam feels like another locked and distant door. 

My parents hold hopes for me, hopes I keep letting fall, 
Each task I touch slips through my hands though I give it my all. 
In sports I find pieces of me—glimpses of the strength I own, 
But some days even that fails, leaving me feeling alone. 

Confidence comes and goes, a tide that won’t stay near, 
I smile outside like sunshine while hiding storms of fear. 
Love hasn’t been lucky, yet I still hope someday it's true, 
Not claiming I can win hearts when I can’t keep my own in view. 

At home I get annoyed, anger rising without a name, 
But outside I act unshaken, pretending I'm not carrying shame. 
I struggle to study, to focus, to master even one thing I start, 
Yet deep down I still believe there’s a champion inside my heart.