You draw your lines in chalk,

But I was born to shatter floors, not walk.

Stack your boxes, stack your lies,

With trembling hands, you named my skies.

"Too loud," "too strange," you whispered fake concern

But glass cages crack when fire learns to burn.

I’m not your puzzle, not your plan,

I won’t be tamed by trembling hands.

Burn the script you wrote in fear

I rise from ash, the end is near.

I heard your rules, wore them like chains,

Danced to your silence, swallowed your blame.

But truth has teeth, and mine are bared

Watch me unravel the lies you declared.

Cut the wires from my voice

Now hear it roar, my only choice.

Your order? A farce. Your throne? A game.

My chaos sings, and it remembers my name.

I’m not your echo, not your toy

This fury’s forged to seek, destroy.

Erase the mold, ignite the fuse,

No longer caged, I get to choose.

Burn the script, and let it die

My name is carved into the sky.

Label me now—

If you dare.