I’m standing in the middle of a room
Full of echoes, full of chaos,
Walls closing in, my heart racing,
Maybe I should get a personal Dr. Phil.
Someone to sift through the ashes
Of this fire burning in me,
This relentless rage,
This ache for clarity,
A scream lodged in my throat,
Waiting for the right moment to break free.
My family thinks I’m fine,
But they don’t see the way I crumble,
A porcelain doll with cracks,
Each one a story of disappointment.
Schoolwork piling high, textbooks stacked like tombstones,
Teachers with eyes like daggers,
Judging my worth by grades not heartbeats.
Politics swirling in the air,
A toxic fog I can’t escape,
Promises made, promises broken,
Who stands for us when the world feels so heavy?
I’m drowning in expectation,
A tidal wave of “be better,” “do more,”
But inside, I’m just a girl
Wrestling with shadows,
Chained to a past that feels
Like a noose tightening around my chest.
Voices whispering, "You’re not enough,"
Like a relentless chorus,
They cut deeper than any knife.
And here I am,
On the precipice of rage,
Fury swelling like a storm,
Ready to explode,
Fists clenched, heart racing,
Why can’t they see me?
Why can’t they hear the sirens
Wailing in my mind?
Maybe I should get a personal Dr. Phil
To help me navigate this storm,
To help me find the words
That twist and turn in my gut,
To scream back at the world,
To finally say, “I am here. I am real.”
But what if I don’t want help?
What if I just want to burn it all down,
To set fire to the expectations,
To watch the ashes settle,
And rise from the flames,
Unapologetic, unyielding,
A phoenix, fierce and free.
Maybe I should get a personal Dr. Phil,
Or maybe I just need to find my own voice,
To shout my truth into the void,
To let this fire burn bright,
To let it consume the silence,
To break free from the chains,
And finally, finally be.
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