No words yet… just weight.

I learned early how to keep it inside,

Smile locked, jaw tight, nowhere to hide.

They said “stay calm, don’t make a sound,”

So I buried the fire six feet underground.

Every step felt measured, every move rehearsed,

Living like the silence couldn’t make it worse.

But pressure talks when you don’t respond,

It bends your spine till something’s gone.

I felt the cracks start to glow,

Like heat under skin I couldn’t control.

Pressure makes diamonds,

Or it breaks your bones.

I’ve been holding the weight

Like it’s mine alone.

Pressure makes diamonds—

I’m done staying small.

If I’m gonna shatter,

I’ll rise through it all.

Heart beating time like a ticking device,

Every doubt screaming “roll the dice.”

I’m tired of proving I deserve air,

Tired of pretending I don’t feel scared.

No crown for the quiet.

No prize for the bent.

But I’m done confusing survival with strength.

Let it press.

Let it burn.

Every scar is something earned.

I won’t fold.

I won’t pretend.

This is where I stop and bend the end.

Pressure makes diamonds,

I feel it now.

Every fracture taught me how.

Pressure makes diamonds—

Hear the sound?

That’s the weight hitting solid ground.

Still standing...