The story of Kayla Marie

Verse 1 I keep my voice soft so no one flinches, Stay in control when the feeling pinches. People say I’m calm — I call it trained, A quiet tone to hide what’s strained. I laugh when I should, not when I want, I make my peace with what I can’t. It’s easier to hold than to let go, Even if it’s small — at least I know. ⸻ Chorus I’m the anchored weaver, keeping still, Trying to love without losing will. I spin my care till it looks right, I call it safe, they call it tight. Freedom’s close, I see it clear — But love keeps both my anchors here. ⸻ Verse 2 I don’t like chaos, I don’t play dumb, I hate pretending to “go with the fun.” I’m real, I’m steady, maybe too much, I fix connection by staying in touch. I want to stop caring, just once, But then I’d feel like I lost my front. If I’m too honest, I’ll sound too loud, If I’m too quiet, I disappear in the crowd. ⸻ Chorus I’m the anchored weaver, thread and skin, I keep the world from breaking in. I build control where fear begins, I stay composed — that’s how I win. Freedom waits — I know it’s true, But safety’s love, and love’s what I do. ⸻ Bridge Maybe one day I’ll stop the pull, Let the web shake, let it dull. Maybe I’ll breathe without the check, Let go without losing self-respect. But for now I’ll hold it, calm and kind, I’ll live in peace, even if confined. If control’s the cost of staying whole, Then that’s the trade I know by soul. ⸻ Final Chorus (soft) I’m the anchored weaver, built this way, Trying to rest but wired to stay. I hum to keep the quiet near, I love too much to disappear. Freedom’s waiting — but I can’t leave, I hold the world so I can breathe.