Never again will I let anyone make me feel small,
And when I hit it, believe me I will break that wall.
Never again will I fall for any manipulation,
I will call anyone out in front of everyone without hesitation.

Never again will I let anyone make me feel inconsequential,
I am worthy of more as I am full of potential.
Never again will I allow myself to be used nor suffer abuse,
I am a bomb ready to explode, believe me don’t light the fuse.

Never again will I blindly believe, I now proceed with care,
I will not allow myself to be caught in lies that try to ensnare.
Never again will I give my trust easily, I will take it slow,
Actions speak louder than words, this I now know.

Never again will I be treated like sht or stabbed in the back,
You hit me, watch out not even google will find you when I give you a whack.
Never again will I let my mental illness nor trauma make me an easy prey, I am born anew,
No longer am I that naïve girl, I am now wiser & stronger, take me on…I fcking dare you.

In the hush of time, where shadows do align,  
Thy words resound, like a sacred sign.  

An eagle I stand, though wings yet unformed,  
In the winds of trial, my spirit is warmed.  

The acid of hardship, with fury doth bite,  
Yet in its cruel grasp, I find my might.  

My scars, like jewels, shall crown me with pride,  
For each one whispers of the battles I've defied.  

Behind veils of hatred, where cold winds do sweep,  
I forge a new tongue that the world cannot keep.  

A language of truth, where love's purest art,  
Speaks the deepest secrets of the undying heart.  

Though fate may seem barren, its hand cruel and still,  
I bend it to my will, and my soul shall fulfil.  

For destiny’s course is not set in the stone—  
I carve my own path, and I stand alone.  

O' voice of righteousness, whose fire doth burn,  
In thy light, I rise, in thy wisdom, I turn.  

I gaze in the mirror, and see with clear sight,  
A place of my making, where courage takes flight.

My strength is not borrowed—  
it was forged in silence,  
hammered by pain,  
and tempered in the fires of survival.  

It does not come from borrowed fabrics  
or shallow wells of comparison;  
it is carved from my marrow,  
stitched into my skin with my own hands.  
You cannot wield my wounds against me.  

I have held them like stones—  
felt their jagged edges,  
their weight pressing into my palms—  
and I have built something greater than suffering.  

Vulnerability is not weakness;  
it is the raw truth of my existence:  
the mirror I no longer fear,  
the voice that does not waver,  
the heartbeat steady beneath scrutiny.  

Speak of me if you must—  
but your words echo only within walls  
you have built to contain your own fears.  

They do not define me;  
they do not alter my course.  
Compare me if it soothes you.  
Measure my steps against your own.  

But know this:  
my journey is mine—  
unshaken by your judgment,  
untouched by your doubts.  

I walk with confidence—  
not from arrogance, but from knowing:  
I have faced myself in the darkest hours,  
and I did not flinch.

I feel so small,
yet so do the stars,
when seen from afar,
they shine through the scars.