It’s 3AM. I’m turning everything off. Blue light bleeding through the curtain seam, My phone keeps buzzing like a bad dream. One more tag, one more name I’m supposed to be, One more version of me that isn’t me. Makeup wipes and a sink full of quiet, My hands shake like they started a riot. If I don’t answer, they’ll call it “mysterious,” If I do, I’ll disappear in it. So I go offline— Let the world keep scrolling. I go offline— Let my heart stop posing. I wanna be offline, No filter, no frame, no plan. Just my own name in my own head, Just my own breath in my own bed. If nobody’s watching, I can finally feel, If nobody’s asking, I can finally heal. I wanna be offline, Until I remember who I am. There’s glitter in the cracks of my suitcase, A smile stuck tight like a zipper on my face. I’m tired of being “fine,” tired of “iconic,” Tired of my heartbeat sounding like a product. I hear them cheering through the apartment walls, But it’s quieter when the curtain falls. And I hate how peace feels unfamiliar— Like I stole it from somebody else’s life. So I go offline— Let the world keep talking. I go offline— Let my thoughts stop locking. I wanna be offline, No filter, no frame, no plan. Just my own name in my own head, Just my own breath in my own bed. If nobody’s watching, I can finally feel, If nobody’s asking, I can finally heal. I wanna be offline, Until I remember who I am. If I could pause the mirror, Would I like what’s underneath? If I could pause the story, Could I finally sleep? I don’t want to vanish— I just want a room Where I don’t have to perform to be true. I wanna be offline, Hands off the glass, feet on the ground. No spotlight skin, no borrowed crown— Just silence like a safer sound. If nobody’s watching, I can finally feel, If nobody’s asking, I can finally heal. I wanna be offline… Until I remember— I remember— Who I am. It’s 3AM. I’m turning everything off.
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