Unmovable.
Grounded.
Fair.

Not bending to rules.
Not twisting my neck
to fit a narrow doorway.

A voice
like a signpost
pointing ahead.

Think this way.
Think that way.
Follow.

My mind is not a leash.
My instincts are a compass
never learned, never read.

I am not a follower.
I am not a prisoner.

I stand
in my own alignment.

I follow no rules
but the quiet authority
inside my own mind.

I let my brain lead.
I do not conform
to cages dressed as guidance,
to control disguised as care.

Yet I am called insane.

I say

I am

Sane.