If I betray my freedom
I betray myself,
Becoming a stranger in my own skin
Quietly echoing the voice of the crowd.
But if I betray the rules,
Break free and stray from the paved path,
I betray my comrades
I betray the people I lead

"In the end of days, elderly women will see visions,
young men will prophecy."
— You foresaw the storm, the whispers in the wind,
writing warnings in fire, in ink, in truth.

"Man should not fear death,
Fear ability to live."
— And so, you lived, not as a shadow passing through,
but as a flame, burning bright in defiance.

"They ask for truth, yet love the lie,
So I ask you—why?"
— You dared to expose the quiet part,
to say aloud what the world tried to hush,
to hold a mirror to the blind.

"Man flaunts eye candy,
lavish garnish, trophy wife."
— Yet you saw beyond the glitter,
beyond the painted masks of power,
choosing substance over shine.

"All that glitters is not gold."
— You walked away from illusion,
from being someone’s prize,
choosing freedom over chains,
knowing your worth beyond the price of a ring.

"Separate church, state,
People’s civil liberties—
Love, love, freed from tyranny."
— Your words rise against silence,
a voice against the tide,
a poet with conviction,
unwilling to let history be rewritten in dust.

And so, I thank you,
for your fire, your truth,
your defiance, your ink.
Your words are not just written—
they are etched into time,
screamed into existence,
refused to be erased.

The road to the middle is paved with good intentions—
but you never walked to the middle,
you walked beyond.

she never needed no therapy,
no medicine, no painkillers,
no antidepressants,
all she needed was to be held
while she grieved, mourned
her lost childhood
and the dreams she never had,
the hopes that died before she grew..
half of her memory
is lost in a timeline she can't recall,
the only thing she remembers is waking up to
an empty, cold, soulless world..
she kept praying, day and night,
for death to take her away
somewhere she'd find
some solace, some peace
a place to hide, go unnoticed
while all she needed was to be found, seen
all she needed was for the people
who brought her into this world
to tell her they didn't know any better
to say that they couldn't give
what they never received
instead they were raised to be
emotionless machines
except anger for it was the very thing
that dominated the house..
i don't know how someone like her
came out of them
she's too different,
she can't be normal,
she can't function on autopilot,
she can't pretend there's nothing wrong
with everything,
with how they live their lives,
with the world..
she somehow survived
when all she ever wanted was to die,
she puts on a mask that says "i'm fine"
but on the inside she keeps falling apart
she doesn't know who to trust
because she's been burned
one too many times,
falling into hands that only
took her for granted,
trying to find missing pieces of herself
without losing the essence
of who she really is..
she's tired of fighting for what
should be given away freely without a price
she's tired of having to prove herself, her worth..
she never learned that
she was enough
just being herself, the way she is
not needing anyone's approval
not needing to break, bend or shrink
to fit in somewhere she can call "home"
searching in all the wrong places
for what already exists within her
when she comes back to herself
when she steps outside the bubble
of hate, resentment and trauma..
forgives those who didn't know
how to love a soul like hers
forgives those who couldn't show
how much they loved their daughter
how much it would tear their souls apart
to lose her..