I wanna scream,
shout 'til the sky forgets my name,
run so far that the wind can’t catch
the pieces of my shame.
I wanna disappear into nothing,
no titles, no weight on my crown,
just a girl with no past,
no pain to hold her down.
But then I breathe.
One deep inhale of truth.
This ache in my bones?
It’s proof I made it through.
See, I didn’t just survive
I carved a kingdom from my cries,
built pillars out of heartbreak,
and ceilings from my “why?”s.
I stitched my war wounds into banners,
hung them high so I don’t forget,
that every time I wanted to quit,
God whispered, “Not yet.”
I stood alone in rooms
where love should’ve stayed,
but I planted roots anyway
watered by tears I never let show,
and they bloomed into a throne
only I could know.
So when the storm comes
and I’m tempted to run,
I remember I am the thunder
not the one who runs from it,
but the one it runs from.
This rage?
This sorrow?
It fuels the fire under me.
And no matter how hard life claws,
I won't abandon my dynasty.
I am the architect of every stone
the queen of every scar I own
and even when my soul feels weak
my legacy still speaks.
So scream if you must
shout into the dark
run through the silence
just to feel your spark...
But don’t forget
even if your voice shakes
and your crown feels heavy
you didn’t come this far to break,
you came to be legendary.