Go ahead. Hate me. It's easier than questioning what built your certainty. Burn the messenger if it keeps the mirror from speaking. Sometimes the only way to show a prison... is to lock the door from the inside. So throw another stone. Every crack you make lets a little more light through. Call me the villain. History has always dressed truth in borrowed scars. Keep feeding the echo until you forget what your own voice sounds like. I'll wait. Not because I'm patient... Because certainty always collapses under the weight of one honest question. And when the silence finally answers— Don't look for an enemy. The bars were never made of iron. They were made from everything you refused to see. -- Go ahead. Keep your eyes closed. Call the silence weakness. Call the mirror a liar. Call the wound a home. You'll defend the cage... until the lock clicks from the inside. Keep laughing. Truth doesn't chase. It waits. And when every excuse has eaten itself alive... Don't say no one warned you. The darkness never swallowed you. It only showed you how afraid you were of seeing your own face. -- Don't listen to me. Keep running. Keep proving. Keep fighting shadows that never asked for your fear. Keep believing the loudest voice is the truest one. Maybe then... when you're exhausted... you'll finally hear the whisper you've been drowning out. Keep building your throne from borrowed opinions. Keep chasing applause from people who forgot your name the moment you left the room. Wear another mask. Convince yourself it's your face. Tell yourself the weight on your chest is just another badge of honor. Tell yourself silence is empty... instead of admitting it's the only place your own voice has been waiting. So don't stop. Run faster. One day you'll reach the end of the road... and discover you were never being chased. You were outrunning the only person who could have set you free.
