Whispers in the breeze,
Leaves pirouette, gold and red,
Autumn sighs softly.

Hold me through the night,
Endless love in whispered breaths,
Stay, my heart’s one light.

The older I grow,
Parents, once heroes, now seem
Just like me, they are.

I want to be a vtuber,
a pixelated dream,
to dance on a virtual stage,
adorable, agleam.

I want to be an idol,
a songbird on display,
to twirl beneath the spotlight,
in a shimmering ballet.

I want to be a teacher,
to guide and to inspire,
to plant seeds of knowledge
and watch them catch fire.

I want to be famous,
my name a whispered prayer,
to revel in the chaos
of adoration's snare.

I want to be problematic,
a storm you can't ignore,
to stir the hearts of critics,
to leave them wanting more.

I want people to judge me,
to love me through their hate,
to draw the broken masses
like moths to flame's estate.

I want to be known,
to etch my name in skies,
to bask in fleeting glory,
to chase eternal highs.

I can be anything,
a shapeshifting cascade,
a dreamer, a rebel,
a shadow, a parade.

Children of one heart,  
Devotion's ocean runs deep,  
Colors make it clear.

Men created God,
to deny life’s true makers
Eve bears their old sin.

silent strength within,
words and bodies claimed in vain
minds untamed, fierce free

Beneath kind words lies,
Silent strings pull hearts like thread,
Shadows weave their will.

Why do I bother, wasting time,  
On men who fumble, fail to climb?  
They lack the sense, the common thread,  
To face the world with a steady head.  

Each word they speak, a careless blade,  
Cutting paths of foolish shade.  
I start to hate, with rising fire,  
The hollow sound of their desire.  

They stumble, fall, and miss the mark,  
Leaving chaos in the dark.  
It burns within, it twists my mind
Why can't they ever just be kind?  

And yet, I wonder, is it me,  
Trapped by my own expectancy?  
A bitter cycle, a mirrored pain
Will I, too, break this chain?