You drew a picture of me in a room I never knew Passed around a version of me and called the story true You whispered through the corridors, you planted little seeds Then watched them grow into a stranger wearing someone else's face You took my words and twisted them You turned my silence into blame You built a world where I was broken Then gave the brokenness my name But you don't get to tell me who I am anymore You don't get to write my story behind a locked door My name is my own My voice is still intact You can build your walls around me But I won't disappear into your cracks You don't get to define me You don't get to own the truth I took my life back from the shadow And I took back my name from you You turned a fading man into a fortress made of stone Built the silence all around him till he barely knew his own You closed the doors and called it care You called the darkness peace While every question disappeared And every witness lost their voice You thought if you repeated something Long enough it would become The only version anyone remembered The only place I could come from But you don't get to tell me who I am anymore You don't get to write my story behind a locked door My name is my own My voice is still intact You can build your walls around me But I won't disappear into your cracks You don't get to define me You don't get to own the truth I took my life back from the shadow And I took back my name from you There were papers on the tables There were whispers in the halls There were people making judgments Before they knew me at all Every document a weapon Every silence dressed as proof But the truth has a strange persistence It keeps finding its way through And I don't need revenge now I don't need to make you fall I just need the world to see me As the person I was all along I am not your diagnosis I am not your accusation I am not the story You invented for protection I am not your scapegoat I am not your secret shame I am standing in the light now And I know my own name No more borrowed voices No more borrowed shame No more letting someone else's fear Become my name You don't get to tell me who I am anymore The walls are shaking underneath the story that you swore My name is my own My voice is still alive You can bury me in rumours But you cannot bury what survives You don't get to define me You don't get to rewrite the truth I walked straight through your darkness And came out knowing who My name is my own. My voice is my own. My story is my own. You had your version. You had your stage. You had your shadows. But you don't have me anymore. My name is my own.
