I am not your metaphor. If I must be alone, I will be. I will not debate my worth. I will not drink from poisoned wells. I am the author here. I am not who you fear. I am not who you need. I am the quiet hum beneath the noise. The unbroken code no one else holds. I'm not leaving; I'm walking toward the horizon where my name isn't a rumor. When doubt whispers, "What if they're right?," I'll answer: "Then let them be right. Let them build their paper kingdoms. I will be the wind."