I learned early how to seal it in How to keep my tone level How to dress strain up as restraint So it never drew attention I thought this was wisdom I thought this was strength But it was compression With no way to release There’s a line between composure And removing Yourself Between staying measured And surrendering choice This isn’t anger without purpose This isn’t sound for escape This is me finally responding To what I buried awake I’m not slipping control I’m deciding direction Every step I take from here Is deliberate intention Watched my quiet turn habitual Watched restraint get rebranded as consent I kept filing my edges down So the structure stayed intact the more I reduced myself The less of me! came back! I don’t need to elevate Just to make myself be heard I don't want to suffocate I just need to stop the hurt I won’t apologize For drawing the limit I won’t justify Why I’m finished This isn’t disorder This is awareness This is the moment This is where it ends this is where i stop carrying it for them This isn’t anger without purpose This isn’t sound for escape This is me finally responding To what I buried awake I’m not slipping control I’m deciding direction Every step I take from here Is deliberate intention!