Now
Before... I was a humble slave
Bowing before your wishes.
I attempted to craft myself to your pleasing
But it never lasted.
So, the time came for revolution
My mind became my own.
And in this solemn declaration
I want the world to know.
From now on, I fight for myself!
The world has lost its hold on me.
I look out for me alone,
Everything else has come to nothing.
I will not allow myself to fall into the trap society has laid for me.
The mold was cracked by my birth
And will shatter at my death.
I will fight for myself.
I will stare down the monster of expectation,
I have evolved from your vulgar ways.
I have crafted a new life for myself far from your petty gaze.
I fought for myself
In the dark halls of the night,
And the glowing screen filled with the chains of your words.
They held me once, but never again.
I dreamt of freedom, so I fight for mine.
You can’t stop me,
I am already halfway there,
The cloth of society is being ripped in half by my battles
Cutting through expectation and crashing through all limits!
I am new and I shine as bright as a star in the sky.
An unattainable, unimaginable creature.
I grew into my right to be new.
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