In the echo of a crowded room, 
words are fragile glass, 
shattered beneath the weight of silence, 
each fragment a whisper of unfulfilled potential.

I wandered through a maze of tongues, 
where expectations entwined like ivy, 
twisting and constricting, 
suffocating my breath and thoughts.

But deep within, a fire smoldered, 
embers of defiance sparking, 
each flicker a call to rise, 
to weave my own tapestry of sound.

Please do not misconstrue my thoughts; 
my words are forged from fierce conviction. 
Blunt, jagged, raw— 
they cut to the core, 
unmasked and unapologetic.

Layered in the silk of societal politeness, 
my voice simmers like a dormant volcano, 
a tempest poised to erupt, 
unyielding to your judgments. 
I speak what I must; I refuse to be silenced.

Did you read between the lines? 
Did the truth sting your eyes, 
unraveling the fabric of your comfort? 
Did you finally grasp 
that I am no longer a ghost, 
lost in the shadows of your expectations?

I am the storm, 
a force bending the trees, 
roaring my truth against the winds of conformity. 
With each reclaimed syllable, 
I carve my name into the silence, 
transforming judgment into a symphony of self.

I am learning to sing, 
to let my words cascade like rivers, 
flowing freely from the depths of my soul, 
where independence blossoms, 
a wild garden, untamed and alive.

So, please do not misconstrue my thoughts; 
they are the fire igniting my spirit, 
a testament to my rebirth— 
the beauty found in the chaos of my expression.

I dance on the precipice of belief, 
my voice a phoenix, 
rising from the ashes of doubt, 
unraveling the chains of ‘should’ and ‘must.’

No longer bound by invisible threads
of society’s design,
I embrace the chaos of my expression,
finding strength in the raw and unrefined,
where my voice roars like thunder,
a fierce declaration of my authenticity,
proclaiming: I am here, I am whole,
and I will not be silenced.

~Written by K.inthia