In a shadowed room where echoes sigh, A young man wanders, lost in the why. With unkempt locks and a weary gaze, He fills his days in a daze of haze. Plates piled high, a feast for one, Each bite he takes weighs a ton. The crumbs like secrets scattered round, In the silence, his demons bound. The mirrors reflect what he can't see, His heart trapped, yearning to be free. But every craving deepens the chain, A cycle of pleasure wrapped in pain. Hope flickers like a candle’s glow, A whisper of change, a path to sow. Within the struggle, a spark ignites, Rise from the shadows to seek the lights.